tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23806659689126891792017-09-16T03:59:25.670-07:00Creature CastA darkly-tinted look at the mysterious, the majestic, and the macabre.Creaturehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04287192029300591471noreply@blogger.comBlogger230125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2380665968912689179.post-74777580733218623152016-10-13T17:56:00.000-07:002016-10-13T17:56:09.530-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PZYKLKkBkc8/WAAl0k_tmRI/AAAAAAAABZc/VQeuxR57D9I8jfRNWch_QIeFaKIhbyf8gCLcB/s1600/Jason.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="385" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PZYKLKkBkc8/WAAl0k_tmRI/AAAAAAAABZc/VQeuxR57D9I8jfRNWch_QIeFaKIhbyf8gCLcB/s640/Jason.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br />Let's talk about Jason Voorhees a little bit.<br /><br />First off, I've come to the conclusion that Jason is a supernatural creature akin to a <i>yūrei</i>, the vengeful Japanese ghosts best known to American horror fans from the <i>Ju-on</i> and <i>Ringu</i> films. Now obviously Jason Voorhees is not a woman in white with long black hair in her face, but he fits all the other traits of the <i>yūrei</i>: he died violently, his death is directly tied to water, and he is the embodiment of an aimless wrath that cannot be stopped.<br /><br />Second, I want to share my thoughts on why Jason kills. The motivation for his crimes have always been maddeningly vague and simplistic, but I believe that unlocking the reasons that Jason does what he does will add new insight into his story. As a passionate consumer of all things Voorhees, I’ll attempt to decipher the motivations that enable the hockey-masked goon.<br /><br />Finally, I’m going to share a bit of a strange theory I’ve come to develop about the setting of the <i>Friday the 13th</i> films. There is something fundamentally wrong with Crystal Lake. It kills its young and traps its killers in an endless cycle of unsatisfied vengeance. I believe that Jason Voorhees is merely the perfect embodiment of the curse, but we see evidence of this theory in subtle ways over the course of the <i>Friday the 13th</i> mythology. <br /><br />Now, bear in mind that I'm going to have to apply a little bit of head-canon here because the movies aren't exactly the product of a unified narrative vision. When all is said and done, these movies are just profit-minded slasher films that I take far too seriously. &nbsp; <br /><br />They’re also some of my favorite stories of all time. They’re a campfire tale, an elemental American ghost story, a myth that had an impact far beyond its creator’s intentions and ambitions. Jason’s hockey mask has now become the cultural signifier for the horror genre. &nbsp;Tee-shirts, toys, and other Jason Voorhees collectibles are still being created at a staggering rate, and his fandom has only deepened as time goes on. While I suspect a big part of the appeal of these films are their cartoony storytelling and amateur acting, there’s another part of the fandom that takes Jason Voorhees and the carnage he creates far too seriously.<br /><br />I am one of them.<br /><br />The character of Jason Voorhees has become a sort of personal avatar of my dark side, in a way that’s not always healthy. We all have our monsters and we let them rampage for a bit before putting them away, but Jason has a hard time staying quiet in the weird little toy box of my brain. I hear him when I get drunk, I hear him when I feel sad or unloved, and I hear him when I feel disconnected from the world and the people around me. He doesn’t say anything – though I do distinctly hear that “ki-ki-ki ma-ma-ma” soundtrack – but he empowers me. He says that, if the world discards you, then you can get angry. You can rage against the light and love and joy that you have been denied. You can tear it from others, so they know the pain that you live with.<br /><br />If given the choice between being invisible and being a monster, there is a fierce black joy in choosing the latter.<br /><br />These are not good ideas. In the end, Jason’s hatred leaves him drowned at the bottom of Crystal Lake. Anger is always a poison, but it’s one I can understand. I imagine it hurts terribly to be Jason Voorhees, but I don’t think he’s capable of being anything else.<br /><br />When we talk about the things we love and the stories that move us, we’re actually talking about ourselves.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Qotzn3IRYuQ/WAAsCOGgQRI/AAAAAAAABZs/uvCW40ipubor7acOzy-6EmKzZeiWCyFKACLcB/s1600/Jason%2BLake.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="188" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Qotzn3IRYuQ/WAAsCOGgQRI/AAAAAAAABZs/uvCW40ipubor7acOzy-6EmKzZeiWCyFKACLcB/s320/Jason%2BLake.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /><b>WATER</b><br /><br />To the first point, there are two real tragedies that Jason Voorhees suffered: the first was his drowning in Crystal Lake and the second was after the death of his mother.<br /><br />Fans of the <i>Friday the 13th</i> franchise tend to separate the evolution of Jason into Living-Jason (Friday 2-4) and Zombie-Jason (Jason Lives through to the remake). While post-Final Chapter Jason is unquestionably supernatural, the Jason of part 2-4 seems to be a living, breathing, and EXTREMELY resilient man. According to the narrative, this Jason did NOT drown in the lake, but somehow swam away, survived in the woods for a long period of time (and how a hydrocephalic child managed to pull THAT off raises a bunch more questions), and happened to watch his mother get decapitated after her murder spree, setting off the rest of the series.<br /><br />This is where I deviate from the orthodox narrative. Jason ABSOLUTELY drowned in Camp Crystal Lake. He did not swim away, survive, and grow into a backwoods hillbilly slasher.<br /><br />My big piece of evidence, aside from the sheer improbably of a child like Jason surviving on his own, is his first appearance at the end of the original Friday the 13th. The creature that launches himself out of the water toward Alice is covered in moss and lichen, his body blackened and deformed from years underwater. The boy that emerges from the lake is a dead THING, and that's what makes him so frightening. He’s a callback to the strange story Pamela Voorhees told to explain her rampage.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">#</div><br />The classic <i>yūrei</i> death ALWAYS involves water. They fall down wells, slip into water towers, and die in rainstorms.<br /><br />Sadako/Samara was pushed into the well by a parent and, while Kayako was sliced and bludgeoned to death, both her son and the family cat were drowned in a tub. Water always plays a part in the formation of the <i>yūrei</i>. It's because death by water invokes a sense of tragedy and melancholy, and it has very specific meaning to Japanese horror fans.<br /><br />I'm going to paraphrase a section that I read in either "The Films of Kiyoshi Kurosawa" by Jerry White or "Japanese Horror Cinema" edited by Jay McRoy. In one of the books, the author explained that Japan is a 'wet' culture, as opposed to the 'dry' cultures of the west. The kanji for 'wet' and 'emotional' are the same thing, and Japanese culture favors a more intuitive communication than the west, which means that their horror stories tend to work on a much less rigid way than our own.<br /><br />Ghosts in western narratives tend to have very specific rules and goals. They're either stuck in a loop, they're trying to be laid to rest, or they're attempting to fulfill a specific purpose. They are dangerous but can ultimately be reasoned with, escaped, or banished. Japanese ghosts, conversely, will never stop. They are unchecked rage personified. They die in or near water, which is a conduit for raw emotion, and are less trapped spirits than vengeance personified and run amok.<br /><br />So. Jason.<br /><br />Jason HAD to have drowned in the water. His death spurred on her mother - probably due to the corrupting influence of Crystal Lake, which I'll address later – and when she died, Jason's spirit rose in a powerful body and a heart full of unchecked violence and hate.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m0SnIApo-HA/WAAsOetYCCI/AAAAAAAABZw/gCHpA5IJMiYIeqFKUHw0pXEsLC73C2J2ACLcB/s1600/Jason%2BHate.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m0SnIApo-HA/WAAsOetYCCI/AAAAAAAABZw/gCHpA5IJMiYIeqFKUHw0pXEsLC73C2J2ACLcB/s320/Jason%2BHate.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /><b>HATE</b><br /><br />Jason’s intelligence has largely fluctuated over the years. The first few movies, especially <i>Friday II</i> and <i>III</i>, paint him as a sort of backwoods hillbilly idiot, more Leatherface than Lector, while the later films portray him as either a Terminator (especially C.J. Graham’s portrayal in <i>Jason Lives</i>) or as an angry but otherwise normally intelligent killer. I think the roots of his anger stem from his developmental issues. Bear with me here as I’m covering material that can be difficult and I’m trying to articulate this with sensitivity. <br /><br />While I was in college, I worked with a developmentally disabled guy at a coffee shop. He was very large and strong, but he struggled with some of the basic tasks around the shop. He usually had someone around to help him work through his assignments, but even then he would sometimes violently lose his temper and lash out at the people around him. When I saw him act out, I felt like his behavior was coming from a place of frustration. Usually something minor had gone wrong that he wasn’t able to fix or people were demanding too much of him too quickly. After witnessing my coworker’s struggle, I extrapolated my observations into Jason’s perspective.<br /><br />Pretend you're alone in the woods after having been raised by a mother who was overprotective in an unhealthy way, people "invade your space" and you lash out to protect yourself, not entirely understanding the consequences of your actions.<br /><br />That's who Jason is to me.<br /><br />In the films, Jason kills to get revenge for his mother, who died trying to avenge him. He predominantly kills teenagers because, well, that's what's around in a slasher film. And he mostly goes after people with some connection to Crystal Lake.<br /><br />One of the more interesting peculiarities is that Jason seems to favor killing people who have gotten close to his stalking grounds. In <i>Jason Takes Manhattan</i> he ignores or even actively avoids killing scores of New Yorkers in his pursuit of the survivors of the SS Lazarus, the ship full of teenagers on their graduating class trip that departed from Crystal Lake harbor. I have some theories on this behavior, which I’ll get into in the following segment about the Crystal Lake Curse.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">#</div><br />It's also impossible to downplay the fact that sexuality plays a large role in the franchise, especially since anyone who has sex or gets nude on camera is sure to be killed immediately after. This is one of the more odious and regressive aspects of the series. I choose to believe this aspect is more of a lazy cliché than an actual puritanical mean streak, but the fact remains that even Jason's origins are tied to sex. He only died because the camp counselors were too busy having sex to do their jobs.<br /><br />In all honesty, I believe there’s a strong sex = death thread in these movies because the <i>Friday the 13th </i>series is all about titillation and both sex and violence are titillating in their own ways. However, I once came across a discussion thread on the AV Club’s website where the commentator NakedSnake said that there may be a different set of values at play in the series use of punitive violence: <br /><br /><blockquote class="tr_bq">“For the most part, if you get into the backbone of most of the horror movies, it’s less about the sex and more about the responsibility. Laurie Strode of <i>Halloween</i>, for example, does her job. In fact, she not only does her job, she also picks up the extra responsibility of doing another person’s job so that person can go off and shirk her responsibilities. Unsurprisingly, within the context of the movie, that other person suffers a horrific punishment for her lapse in work ethic. Laurie is then rewarded for her idealized American work ethic by being able to successfully confront Michael Myers on several different occasions.&nbsp;</blockquote><blockquote class="tr_bq">When Voorhees’ mother lays out her motivation at the end of <i>Friday The 13th</i>, almost everyone who listened to it glommed on to the sex the teenagers were having when her child drowned, so they believed the teenagers were being punished for the sex. But the reality is that the far more important part of her explanation is that “They weren’t watching my son.” Hence, in America, where refusing to work or fulfill your responsibilities is something to be punished, by shirking their jobs, the teenagers in question, (and by extension every teenager from that point forward by association) became worthy of their grisly fate.&nbsp;</blockquote><blockquote class="tr_bq"><i>Friday The 13th</i> was a bit clumsier than <i>Halloween</i> in that it didn’t draw the clear distinctions between the “worthy” teenagers who did their jobs and fulfilled their responsibilities and the “unworthy” ones who shirked their responsibilities and didn’t do their jobs, but it’s still there—at least until the later installments of both series when each of the series lost its focus about what it was really supposed to be about.”&nbsp;</blockquote><br /><br /><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>That doesn’t ignore the fact that the series in inexorably tied into the death of sexually active teens. The <i>eros</i> and <i>thanatos</i> urge, the twining of sexuality and death is part of the series. One could argue that Jason is <i>the</i> ultimate outsider, a character enacting dark urges because more positive ones would forever be denied him. Horror author Nancy A. Collins no doubt agreed, as she started her <i>Jason vs. Leatherface</i> comic book miniseries with Jason at the bottom of the lake, staring at his machete, compelled to hunt his victims because they could smile and laugh and love in the sunlight and he could do none of those things. The only succor he had was his hate, which kept him warm in the inky darkness of Crystal Lake. <br /><br />As satisfying as that idea can be, and as much it ties into the romantic idea of the neglected child carving up campers in the woods, it's ultimately a far too complex of a motivator for Jason. The one time the movies really directly help us look at the world through his eyes is in his opening scene in <i>Freddy vs. Jason</i>, where one of his victims morphs into a litany of others, each extolling the sins of recklessness, selfishness, and irresponsibility that lead to their fatal meeting with Jason. The scene ends with the voice of his mother (or rather Freddy impersonating his mother) goading him onward towards more mayhem. When Jason goes off-leash, Freddy-as-Pamela later vents his rage on him, calling him a big dumb dog incapable of stopping. This suggests that there is very little conscious thought left in Jason Voorhees anymore. He's not longer a person, but a force of nature, an unchecked and indestructible emotion running loose in the world.<br /><br />An unstoppable hate. A curse on Crystal Lake.<br /><br />A death curse.<br /><br />Jason Voorhees curse. &nbsp; <br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wom0IZVTI3c/WAAsdO4I9yI/AAAAAAAABZ0/g3VlS2AHguAJJ5fej5rnnFVuLrcpH4wLwCLcB/s1600/Jason%2BMom.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="215" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wom0IZVTI3c/WAAsdO4I9yI/AAAAAAAABZ0/g3VlS2AHguAJJ5fej5rnnFVuLrcpH4wLwCLcB/s320/Jason%2BMom.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /><b>THE CURSE</b><br /><br />I believer that ultimately the curse on Crystal Lake isn't contained just in Pamela and Jason Voorhees. I believe that there is something fundamentally wrong with Crystal Lake itself. It is a place of tremendous pain, a place where sins are revisited and vengeance extends far past the original offender. I want to illustrate this theory by discussing <i>Friday the 13th Part 5: A New Beginning</i>, the only Friday film featuring a killer in a hockey mask who wasn’t Jason Voorhees.<br /><br /><i>Friday the 13th Part 5: A New Beginning</i> is rightly considered an inferior <i>Friday</i> film. There's something uncomfortably sleazy about it. Characters are introduced and killed off moments later, and the film has an icky, predatory feel that comes from hiring a porn director who stripped the story down to the most garish components.<br /><br />The film received the most notoriety for the fact that the killer in <i>A New Beginning</i> wasn't Jason himself. Instead, the man behind the blue-triangle mask was Roy Burns, the ambulance driver whose son was chopped up by a fellow troubled teen at the halfway house where the story takes place. The film is structured like a mystery, but Roy's obvious shock at the sight of the boy's corpse and his constant knowing appearances around the crime scenes project his guilt pretty clearly. He chases after and is eventually killed by Tommy Jarvis, the child who hacked Jason Voorhees to pieces in <i>Friday the 13th: The Final Chapter</i>, who seems to take up the mask and mantle of Jason Voorhees by the end of the movie. <br /><br />I joined many Friday fans in dismissing <i>A New Beginning</i> until recently, when I realized that Roy Burns hadn't tried to become Jason Voorhees. Instead, he'd successfully become Pamela Voorhees.<br /><br />I always felt that part of Pamela Voorhees's homicidal fury came from misplaced guilt. Sure, the counselors weren't watching her son, but she wasn't either. Obviously, it's impossible to keep an eye on your child ALL the time, but that kind of incandescent fury is a complicated thing. I think that Roy Burns must have felt the same thing when he looked at the butchered body of his son.<br /><br />Both Pamela and Roy were single parents. Both were blue collar, serious types. Both had boys with special needs (Jason was deformed and hydrocephalic, Joey Burns had a childlike mind), and both died at the hands of bullies while in the care of young adults. After both murders, the grieving parents attacked anyone they felt to be responsible. The parallels run too close to be ignored. There is something at Crystal Lake that forces this kind of tragedy to repeat itself, where parents take their sorrow and hatred on the young, and the dead can rise to pursue their vengeance further.<br /><br />There's a phenomenal <i>Friday the 13th</i> comic miniseries called <i>Bad Lands</i>, written by Ron Marz. It describes two parallel stories, one in the past and one in modern day Crystal Lake. The historical story features a Native American man whose family is murdered by fur trappers seeking shelter from a storm, and the modern story is about three young adults trapped in a sudden snowfall. Snow replaces water in both scenes, but both stories are fraught with tension and grief. Both stories end with the killer dragging the final victim into the waters of Crystal Lake, the poor victims realizing that they've trespassed in a corrupted place. The curse of Jason Voorhees can therefore be more accurately described as Crystal Lake Curse, a legacy of murder in shadowed woodland and moon-white faces peering through the trees.<br /><br />I believe this explains why Jason predominantly goes after Crystal Lake residents. In <i>Jason Takes Manhattan</i> he has an entire city of potential victims, but he spends the rest of the film pursuing the handful of survivors from the SS Lazarus. Most of the New Yorkers he kills are simply people who get in his way or who try to harm his intended targets. He seems just as willing barrel past New Yorkers than engage them, including a scene of surprising self-awareness where he frightens off a trio of punk rock kids in Times Square by showing them his unmasked face.<br /><br />So, if he's not simply taking a machete to all of New York, why does he go after these specific kids? I believe it's because they're connect to the Crystal Lake Curse as much as he is. Young people who set foot into Crystal Lake are all marked for death. He repeats this behavior in <i>Jason X,</i> primarily hunting the members of the scouting party that went planet side to retrieve his cryogenically-frozen body. If no one bearing that mark is immediately around him then he'll go to work on whoever is nearby (as seen in <i>Freddy vs. Jason</i>, though he was also under Freddy's influence), but otherwise he always prioritizes the youth of Crystal Lake.<br /><br />It's tough to pin down exactly where this curse came from. Maybe it's the violent history of the place, as the <i>Bad Lands</i> comic suggests. Maybe it's the strange Lovecraftian elements that are hinted at in the mostly-ignored <i>Jason Goes to Hell: The Final Friday</i>. Either way, there is something horrible and self-repeating happening in that tiny lakeside town. Jason is simply the purest incarnation of its wrath, but it would have found a different host otherwise<br /><br />Had Tommy Jarvis not dug up Jason's body, I can imagine Joey Burns rising from the dead to take up the mask and the machete.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Rt8mvrLNHk8/WAAssxs83nI/AAAAAAAABZ8/vGCeOrcgSOQbp90UoMayqQV1sd2cDYaTACLcB/s1600/Jason%2BVoorhees%2Bgrave.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="179" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Rt8mvrLNHk8/WAAssxs83nI/AAAAAAAABZ8/vGCeOrcgSOQbp90UoMayqQV1sd2cDYaTACLcB/s320/Jason%2BVoorhees%2Bgrave.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /><b>A KILLER BURIED, BUT NOT DEAD</b><br /><br />The dark truth about the horror genre is that the monsters are always the most compelling and most identifiable characters within their stories. They get the dark inversion of the hero narrative, where we get to vicariously experience their rampages before they're put down and order is restored again.<br /><br />I believe that Jason Voorhees endured because, of all the 1980s serial killers, his backstory is the most tragic. Michael Myers is more of blank slate than a person, Leatherface is too feral and crazy, and Freddy Krueger - while more entertaining - is also the most mean-spirited. Jason is an outsider, a victim of bullying, the kid who wasn't allowed to participate, and the kid who missed his mother so much that he tried to rebuild her in his lonely woodland home. He is also the personification of the campfire ghost story, the dead thing whose anger can be understood but can't be reasoned with. &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <br /><br />Hang around the Jason Voorhees fandom and you’ll see a lot of people strongly identify with Jason. He’s an easy character to project onto. Everyone feels isolated, rejected, and angry, and it’s not hard for those emotions to grow into a very dark and destructive rage. For me, part of growing up was learning to make peace with those feelings, but there was a long stretch of time when my darkest impulses needed an avatar. I know that probably makes me sound like some kind of embittered psycho, but I think we all connect to power images, even for the worst aspects of ourselves.<br /><br />I love Jason and the <i>Friday the 13th </i>series, but part of getting healthy meant putting him back in the box. Even then, at the bottom of my soul, there’s a deep dark lake.<br /><br />And he’s down there.<br /><br />Waiting.<br /><br />Creaturehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04287192029300591471noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2380665968912689179.post-20305447994816300502014-10-31T09:11:00.002-07:002014-10-31T09:11:58.095-07:00Why I like Halloween!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UoVMLvIetEE/VFEh1eza_cI/AAAAAAAABUo/UkOYPrJ9yOU/s1600/Horror_House_by_tobisagt.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UoVMLvIetEE/VFEh1eza_cI/AAAAAAAABUo/UkOYPrJ9yOU/s1600/Horror_House_by_tobisagt.jpg" height="372" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Why I like Halloween!</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>(photo by <a href="http://tobisagt.deviantart.com/art/Horror-House-90471505" target="_blank">tobisagt</a> on Deviantart)</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>1) </b>31 days of blogging about the horror genre has added up to a lot of pressure on this final post. I can't just write about whatever other dumb movie/book/game I love (I would have done <i>We Are What We Are</i>, for the record.) No, this has to be something GRAND, some big declarative statement on the genre or the holiday. I will endeavor to cover fresh ground, but be prepared to be disappointed.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>2) </b>A friend of mine recently messaged me on Facebook and asked if I ever do any writing or discussions on topics <i>other</i> than horror. I told her that I was flattered, but horror is just my thing. She said she'd pray that I'd change. Thing is, I don't think I want to. I really <i>like </i>this stuff. It's fun, it's scary in a harmless way, it brings me back to my childhood, and -- if you're willing to look at it in a weird light -- it's oddly beautiful.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>3) </b>My childhood Halloweens were spent in Diamond Highs, an upper-middle class neighborhood in San Francisco. The streets would all dip downward along the hill, making each street into a U-shape. I lived at the bottom of one of these streets, and we'd climb up and down the neighborhoods in our quest for candy. I still remember the Japanese neighbors with the tidy stone garden in the front yard.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>4) </b>Despite my interest in the macabre, I was still a completely cowardly child. I remember the day my music class sang "There Was An Old Woman All Skin and Bones." When they screamed "Boo!" I ran out of the room, locked myself in a bathroom and cried.&nbsp; I still have a strong attraction/repulsion relationship to fear. It seems like I'm always a little creeped out on some level, but I've come to cultivate that feeling. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>5) </b>Halloween meant different things at different points in my life. When I was a child, it was all supervillain costumes and candy. Trick or Treating was fun, but I didn't particularly miss it when it was gone. My tween years were all about low-level disdain, mixed with lots of slasher movie marathons, mixed with the secret joy of giving out candy to kids. High school Halloweens mostly sucked, because I was too old for trick-r-treating and too young for clubs and parties. Adult Halloweens vary. Going to bars and checking out costumes is fun, but trying to find parking and fighting the crowds at either the Castro Street parade in SF or the 6th Avenue parade in NYC is really tiresome.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>6) </b>I think I came to the decision this year that I'm not so much into the costume aspect of Halloween. I like checking out other people's work, but I'm not much for dressing up myself. Part of the reason is that it's expensive, part of the reason is that I don't have much of a visual imagination and can't come up with anything particularly clever until at least two days after the event.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>7) </b>That said, one of my best Halloweens involved a time when I didn't go as anything scary. It was my first Halloween in NYC and I had some dumb plan to go as Baron Samedi. A friend and I went to the costume store on Broadway and 12th and, as I was looking for stuff in the basement area, I found a Prince Charming costume. I became entranced with it, bought it, and wore it that evening. That night, I got hit on more than I've ever been hit on in my life. Everyone seems to have a thing for Prince Charming. It was nice.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>8) </b>I dunno what my Halloween plans are this year. Money is MEGA-tight, so I'll probably just hang out in hipster bars and soak up the ambiance. I'd rather be doing big warehouse events, but that's because I've not quite let go of my twenties while my crowd is settling down. But I'm sure they'll be fun, fantastic people watching.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>Conclusion: </b>Try as I might, I can't really come up with one grand theory of What Halloween Means To Me. I do love the fact that the entire nation seems to cater to my taste for the week before Halloween and I've really loved checking in on all the stuff I love over the last 31 days of blogging, but every year finds me in a different state for celebration. Halloween feels like a check-in for me, the same way birthdays do. I know that Halloween is basically a horror-tinged Mardi Gras. Dan Savage calls it a straight pride parade, a chance for people to celebrate their sexuality. It's definitely bacchanalian, and I like sharing all the fun of the horror genre with people.&nbsp; <br /><br />One of the things I have learned over the years is that my interest in horror doesn't make me nearly as unique as I once thought it did. While I do think interest in the macabre is still viewed as a little fringe-y (witness comment #2) I think most people like this stuff just a little bit. Halloween is the one sanctioned night we let the goblins out. And, if that's not your thing, trick-or-treaters are really adorable. <br /><br />Thanks everyone who's stuck with me on this 31-day blogging marathon. I hollowed out my brain like a Jack O' Lantern to bring you my favorite odds-and-ends from the horror genre. <br /><br />Pleasant screams!</div>Creaturehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04287192029300591471noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2380665968912689179.post-53069949248778254912014-10-30T07:35:00.000-07:002014-10-30T07:35:47.260-07:00Why I like The Sandman<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_QDwGo_aZaU/VEhLwjh_IRI/AAAAAAAABUY/tmUs78Rt-1c/s1600/The%2BSandman.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_QDwGo_aZaU/VEhLwjh_IRI/AAAAAAAABUY/tmUs78Rt-1c/s1600/The%2BSandman.jpg" height="478" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Why I like <i>The Sandman</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>1) </b>I fell into Goth quite by accident<b><i>.</i> </b>I was in my teens, hanging out with a bunch of angry suburban punk kids, and slowly figuring out that I didn't really fit in with them. I was getting into<i> <a href="http://www.creaturecast.net/vampire-the-masquerade/" target="_blank">Vampire: the Masquerade</a></i> and I was checking out vampire books and movies by the dozen. They opened up a Hot Topic at the Serramonte shopping mall in Daly City, and I talked my mom into buying me a big black vampire tee-shirt and some black jeans. I wore them with pride the following day and one of my shitty punk friends snorted that I looked like a Goth. I had no idea what the term meant, but I liked the sound of it. I bought the Goth Rock 2 sampler CD from the used-CD store near campus, which lead to zines, which lead to concerts, which lead to clubs, and the rest is history. 90s-era Goth comes with a reading list. <i>The Sandman</i> rests pretty high on top of it.<br /><br /><b>2) </b>Calling <i>The Sandman</i> horror is a little reductive. While the series was marketed as a horror title early on ("I will show you fear in a handful of dust") it grew to encompass all manner of speculative fiction. Most of my favorite issues -- especially the serial killer convention -- fit squarely in the horror genre, but the book is really a meta-story about storytelling itself.<br /><br /><b>3) </b><i>The Sandman</i> is about Dream of the Endless, a personification of dreams, imagination, fantasy, and storytelling that threads through all creation. He's a Byronic hero, constantly brooding and taking himself far too seriously. The book starts with him being taken hostage by an Aleister Crowley-esque occultist. The experience traumatizes him so deeply that he spends the rest of his series pushing against the boundaries of his responsibilities. It ends with him either dying or recreating himself into a more compassionate incarnation. Despite the wild digressions, the book really centers around the character of Dream. Every story presents a new facet of his personality and the strain he's under, until the tragic ending seems both inevitable and self-directed.<br /><br /><b>4) </b>It seems like the most popular character in the series is Death, Dream's older sister. Unlike most incarnations of the Grim Reaper, <i>The Sandman's </i>Death is a chipper Perky Goth with a positive attitude on life and boundless reserves of compassion. My own opinion has changed on her has changed significantly over the years. At first, oh my god, I <i>luuurved her and we should be best friends</i>. As time went on and I had my own experiences with people passing, I got angry with how flip the Death character came off. Death is the root of all horror in existence, so the idea of making it into a goth version of every Connie Cheerful Church Camp I've ever met made me very angry in a way that now feels like I'm projected my own fears onto the character. I've eased up some, and I've come to love Death's compassion for her charges, but I still feel like I have a different experience with the character than a lot of the fans of the book.<br /><br /><b>5) </b>There are lots of fantastic moments both great and small in the book; Dream's dinner with his brother Destruction, the lovely African story of two lovers separated by fate, a weary yet still deadly Lucifer, the long-lived oaf Hob Gadling, the Lovecraftian dreams of cities, the illustrated difference between the fantasies of girls and boys. My favorite was the aforementioned serial killer convention. I've seen dozens of serial killer stories in my time, but I've never seen one that so viciously attacks the self-aggrandizing mythologies that serial killers create for themselves to justify their behavior. Dream seems to take a swipe at the very <i>concept </i>of turning the serial killer into dark heroes and it works beautifully.<br /><br /><b>6) </b>My friends and I tried to record a <i>Sandman</i> podcast recently, but we got tripped up on technical issues. As the conversation grew, I was impressed that there was so much <i>stuff</i> to cover: so many great moments and fantastic ideas, each of us with our own interpretation of the story. People gravitate to different elements of <i>The Sandman</i> and each experience has it's own rewards.<br /><br /><b>Conclusion: </b><i>The Sandman</i> is one of the best stories I've ever read. I return to it from time to time. Like <a href="http://www.creaturecast.net/johnny-the-homicidal-maniac/" target="_blank"><i>Johnny the Homicidal Maniac</i></a>, it's a barometer for seeing how I've changed over the years.<br /><br />I promised myself that the first money I ever make selling my fiction will go a statue of Dream than I can put on my writing desk. Gaiman taught me that stories are sacred and I'm honored to both draw from and add my own small contribution to the Dreaming.&nbsp; </div>Creaturehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04287192029300591471noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2380665968912689179.post-90759894687624066342014-10-29T09:57:00.000-07:002014-10-29T09:57:41.659-07:00Why I like Movie Psychos and Madmen<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pHw9x3klPKU/VEgxZ2Z5J4I/AAAAAAAABUI/qeg7Gj79J7Q/s1600/Madmen.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pHw9x3klPKU/VEgxZ2Z5J4I/AAAAAAAABUI/qeg7Gj79J7Q/s1600/Madmen.jpg" height="400" width="225" />&nbsp;</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b>Why I like <i>Movie Psychos and Madmen</i> by John McCarty</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b>1) </b>I must have been 13 or 14 years old when I discovered this book. We were in the Barnes &amp; Noble in Jack London Square for some day trip. I toddled over to the movie sections, looking for books on horror. I'd been reading stuff like <i>Splatter Movies</i> and <i>Men, Women, and Chainsaws</i>. I found <i>Movie Psychos and Madmen</i> on the shelf and flipped open the book. Included among its often-scary photos was a portrait of both Michael Myers and Jason Voorhees. How could I turn it down?&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b>2) </b>The book is a comprehensive history of madmen in cinema, written in a conversational style. <i>Splatter Movies</i> was too informal and <i>Men, Women, and Chainsaws</i> was too academic. <i>Movie Psychos </i>was approachable. I could grasp it at my age, yet it still retained enough history and insight to be rewarding upon constant rereads.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b>3) </b><i>Movie Psychos </i>was my first introduction to film history. I'd never heard of German expressionism before, but the book taught me about <i>Dr. Mabuse</i> and <i>The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari</i>. I'd never heard of the post-<i>Psycho</i> run of lunatics. It was the first book to teach me about that film had a fantastic legacy to discover. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b>4) </b>The book also gave me the best framework I've ever used for human psychology. Because McCarty isn't a psychologist but an excellent observer of narrative, he treats cinematic character's psychoses like storylines. Every story is a puzzle, with every subtle or overt act of madness a clue. The more I get to know people, the more I realize that we're constantly dropping clues about ourselves. Movie psychos are simply more obvious in their signals.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b>5) </b>I was initially interested in the book because it had a chapter on slasher monsters, but the book is dismissive of Michael, Jason, and their ilk. For all their campfire-story intensity they aren't particularly full of depth. I was initially frustrated, but the film challenged me to ask more from my horror. Scary movies could be more than their body count. The twists of the human mind made every psycho into their own private haunted house.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b>Conclusion: </b><i>Movie Psychos and Madmen</i> trained my brain in how to analyze both stories and people. It gave me a passion for the exploring the depth of cinema. I owe a tremendous debt of gratitude to McCarty. His book provided my first instruction on critical thought. <i>Movie Psychos</i> is part of the DNA of this blog, my podcast, and all the other output that comes from being a horror fan. </div>Creaturehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04287192029300591471noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2380665968912689179.post-29846069235087878742014-10-28T08:06:00.000-07:002014-10-28T10:36:32.280-07:00Why I like Freddy Vs. Jason<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-drpMS0iHJWk/VEgSr9e4tjI/AAAAAAAABTw/cNJnn5m4Z7c/s1600/FvJ.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-drpMS0iHJWk/VEgSr9e4tjI/AAAAAAAABTw/cNJnn5m4Z7c/s1600/FvJ.jpg" height="480" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Why I like <i>Freddy vs. Jason</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>1) </b>I first asked Kane Hodder about <i>Freddy vs. Jason</i> while he made an appearance with Linda Blair at some local Halloween carnival. I'd just gotten into horror in a <i>big</i> way, and Jason Voorhees was my big heeeero. <i>Jason Goes To Hell: The Final Friday</i> had just come out an the film ended with Freddy Krueger's gloved hand reaching up from hell to retrieve the iconic hockey mask. I was all of eleven years old and a lifetime of superhero books engrained a love of the superfight. Hodder said that the film was in development, but it didn't come out until well after I graduated high school.&nbsp; I wasn't disappointed.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>2) </b>I'm ultimately a Jason guy. Jason is my Frankenstein. He's ultimately pitiable, if you're willing to be <i>reaaaaally </i>generous about his origin story. Freddy is fun, but he's a harder guy to like. He's the bully. The whole child molestation thing also doesn't help much.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>3) </b>I got really into following the development of the movie on the internet. Multiple scripts had been written, some with really farcical ideas on how the two characters should battle. They finally turned in a script that made neither slasher the "good guy" but gave them plausible reasons to come into conflict. The movie ultimately feels more like a <i>Nightmare </i>film than a <i>Friday</i> film, but it works, in it's own overly complicated way.&nbsp; It's perhaps a little too invested in tying the mythos of both movies together, but it also understood Jason's appeal. They knew he has a big, dumb, lost kid gone bad.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>4) </b><i>Freddy vs. Jason</i> isn't particularly scary <i>per se</i> but it has some astonishing nightmarish images, in particular Mark's nightmare visit from his dead brother. The film bears the distinct touch of legendary Hong Kong director Ronny Yu. I got into pre-takeover Hong Kong action cinema after seeing John Woo's <i>Hard Boiled</i> and I loved Yu's wild fantasy film <i>The Bride With White Hair</i>. Yu works in vivid colors and operatic fights, which made him ideal for the <i>FvJ</i> comic book battles.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>5) </b>A lot of the plot is actually pretty clunky and the lead characters come off as more weird than anything else, but the set pieces are cool. Krueger's boiler room looks like a nightmarish hellscape, the flashback scenes of Camp Crystal Lake establish the brutality we've long suspected was part of Jason's childhood, and the portrayal of Freddy's corruption of Jason's mother all flesh out the mythology of both characters brilliantly.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>6) </b>Say what you will about everything that came before, the final fight between Freddy vs. Jason does not disappoint. It's one part pro-wrasslin', one part superhero battle, with a dash of Hong Kong wire work for flavor. They ditched Hodder, the best Jason actor, over stuntman Ken Kirzinger. Kirzinger <i>towers</i> over Robert England, and they make a great visual contrast. The battle nearly tears Crystal Lake in two, and the addition of the nearby construction site gives them a bunch of stuff to hit each other with.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>7) </b>Jason wins. I don't care about the final knowing wink to the audience, there's one guy walking out of the lake at the end of the movie.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>Conclusion: </b>It's often said that the death of a monster is either parody or fighting other monsters.<b> </b><i>Freddy vs. Jason </i>obviously falls into the grand tradition of all the great Frankenstein/Dracula/Wolfman mashup. Both Freddy and Jason had their final pre-Platinum Dunes hurrah and it fulfilled every boyhood dream of mine.&nbsp; &nbsp; <i>&nbsp;</i> &nbsp; &nbsp; </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">&nbsp;<b>&nbsp;</b> &nbsp; &nbsp;<b><i> </i></b></div>Creaturehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04287192029300591471noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2380665968912689179.post-69486866171494190332014-10-27T06:22:00.000-07:002014-10-27T06:22:38.715-07:00Why I like The Ring<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dilPUODGEYI/VEbU0lCMMtI/AAAAAAAABTg/kriZTaUrQNk/s1600/The%2BRing.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dilPUODGEYI/VEbU0lCMMtI/AAAAAAAABTg/kriZTaUrQNk/s1600/The%2BRing.jpg" height="411" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Why I like <i>The Ring</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>1) </b>The first time I saw the movie, I remember getting ready to leave once Rachel had discovered Samara's body and laid it to rest. She's back with her son Aiden and all appears well. Her son asks her what happened to Samara, Rachel responds that she helped the dead little girl find peace, and Aiden responds with terror. He says "you weren't supposed to help her," and ice cubes slid down my spine. The scene immediately afterward, where Samara kills Aiden's father, was one of the scariest moments in 2000s-era horror. Everything I knew about ghosts had been thrown out the window.&nbsp; We were in dangerous territory. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>2) </b>The movie is gorgeous. It's got a watched-out gloomy blue and gray tone that reminds me of old Gothic horror films. I grew up in foggy San Francisco and the atmosphere of the film reminded me of home. Melancholy coastal towns work particularly well in creating a Gothic atmosphere, which fits the ghost story.<br /><br /><b>3) </b>Horror works best when it's simple. If you watch this tape, you die seven days later. The only way to stay alive is to get someone else to watch the tape. Otherwise, a drowned girl crawls out of your TV and kills you. <br /><br /><b>4) </b>The interesting thing about <i>The Ring </i>is that Rachel isn't actually that great of a mother. Horror fiction is full of overly caring, overly diligent parents and, while Rachel will do anything to keep her son safe from Samara's wrath, we get the sense that she's too preoccupied in her own life. Aiden refers to his mother by her first name, he's able to do a lot of things for himself, and he has the kind of self-assured maturity of someone who has to a lot of shit on his own. It creates a unique family dynamic, especially after we meet Aiden's father.<br /><br /><b>5) </b>The movie is unrelentingly grim. The story is structured like a mystery, and deciphering the enigma of Samara's life makes her both sympathetic and terrifying. When you finally learn what happened to her, you realize why she will never stop hurting people.<br /><br /><b>6) </b><i>The Ring</i> has two of the most effective jump scares I've ever seen. I'm a sucker for frightening faces and the wreckage Samara leaves behind are among the most terrifying corpse effects I've ever seen. I imagine they're supposed to be waterlogged bodies left down in at the bottom of the well, but that doesn't account for the distended jaws. I also really like Noah's death. Rachel runs to save him, finds his body, and screams. We don't see what she sees until the big reveal later on, when his face is the final one we settle on.&nbsp; It remains one of the most disturbing images ever captured on film. <br /><br /><b>7) </b>The movie terrified me more than most horror films because it felt inescapable: Samara's vengeance was so lethal that the only way you could escape it was to feed other people to her.<b> </b>Samara <i>looked</i> like something otherworldly. Watching her crawl out of the well remains one of the greatest horror images of all time.<br /><br /><b>Conclusion: </b><i>The Ring</i> reprogrammed the way I viewed horror. It broke a lot of my expectations, it approached the genre with intelligence, and it created a monster that seeped into the dank basement of my subconscious. I saw Samara every time I turned off the lights. <i>The Ring</i> brought me back to my childhood fear and I'll love it forever. </div>Creaturehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04287192029300591471noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2380665968912689179.post-33211284068908812462014-10-26T12:47:00.000-07:002014-10-26T12:47:54.852-07:00Why I like The Blair Witch Project <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hr5cax2bMxk/VEaz4wHuf4I/AAAAAAAABTE/CyTmPWnKUuA/s1600/Blair_Witch_Project.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hr5cax2bMxk/VEaz4wHuf4I/AAAAAAAABTE/CyTmPWnKUuA/s1600/Blair_Witch_Project.jpg" height="400" width="281" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Why I like <i>The Blair Witch Project</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>1) </b>My first big road trip was a journey to Pasadena to attend the Fangoria Weekend of Horrors with my high school friends. We saw the Munsters' doom buggy, I ran into Marc Dacascos in a hallway, we watched some pro-wrasslin', and I caught the Ghastly Ones live on stage. In between it all, I kept seeing this poster around the convention hall:&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7T38Rjsqnt4/VEa3loXRfMI/AAAAAAAABTQ/QKjLDAuDF8E/s1600/Poster.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7T38Rjsqnt4/VEa3loXRfMI/AAAAAAAABTQ/QKjLDAuDF8E/s1600/Poster.jpg" height="218" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">This was mercifully before the age of viral marketing, social media, Io9's pop media coverage, or any of the other ways we're all constantly connected to streams of information. I'd heard the missing posters had something to do with a movie that had taken Sundance by storm. The second night we were there, my friends and I scored free tickets to a special late screening at a nearby theater.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>2) </b>I had <i>no </i>idea what I was in for, but I was a horror fan surrounded by horror fans. Collectively we'd seen the worst possible films that humanity had to offer. What could some weird little art house movie do to us?&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>3) </b>The movie started without a lot of preamble. It looked like a genuine documentary about a haunted experience. We knew it was fiction but goshdarnit, it looked so <i>real</i>.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>4) </b>Things start getting weird slowly. People get lost, but that's not entirely surprising given that the filmmakers are a bunch of city kids with a camera. They start losing their shit, blaming each other, and falling apart. All the while, the legend that they've been investigating turns out to be true.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>5) </b>For me, the tension became quickly unbearable. I was acclimated to horror in from the 80s and early 90s, where everything was obviously artificial. Slashers telegraphed their kills in highly-ritualized kabuki dances. Ghosts had their tiresome dripping walls and spooky sound effects. I'd never seen real people being haunted by something whose rules I couldn't understand. Because I'd been so invested in the genre, most horror movies made me feel like I was an insider, more akin to the monsters and ghosts than the victim. <i>Blair Witch Project</i> put me back in the victim's shoes.&nbsp; </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>6) </b>As the attacks got worse, I began to wait eagerly for the daylight. The attacks always seemed to ease off once nighttime dissipated. By the end, the characters weren't even safe in the daylight. Then they discovered the old house. . .&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>7) </b>The scene of Heather making her final confession has been parodied over and over again, but the actual moment has tremendous power to it. She has been pushed past the point of endurance and has no hope left anymore. It's some of the best acting I've ever seen in horror cinema.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>8) </b>I'll never forget what happened after the credits rolled. An entire theater full of hardcore horror fans, who had seen he worst of the worst, rose up from their seats silently as one and left the theater. It was eerily quiet. They all acted like the world had ended in front of them. We left the theater into an empty Pasadena street.&nbsp; &nbsp; </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>Conclusion: </b>Watching <i>The Blair Witch Project</i> for the first time was one of the best experiences of my life. I was completely smitten by the movie and became it's fiercest advocate. Unfortunately, the movie couldn't survive the world-of-mouth of the real world. The shaky cam nausea was a real issue (I have a harder time with it these days) but there were also tons of meatheads who wanted blood and monster make-up. It was a soft touch movie and I admired that. The whole found-footage thing has been done to death but it's still an effective immersive tool. I really like <i>The Blair Witch Project</i>. I know it's become sort of a touchstore of early 90s pop-culture, but it's also one of the most important foundations of modern horror cinema. &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<b><i> </i></b></div>Creaturehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04287192029300591471noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2380665968912689179.post-24590945394482861352014-10-25T05:32:00.000-07:002014-10-25T05:32:52.172-07:00Why I like Berberian Sound Studio<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jFlRqL97G-g/VEaVcS2BNaI/AAAAAAAABS0/GPVmW73h-Jw/s1600/Berberian_Sound_Studio.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jFlRqL97G-g/VEaVcS2BNaI/AAAAAAAABS0/GPVmW73h-Jw/s1600/Berberian_Sound_Studio.jpg" height="300" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b>Why I like <i>Berberian Sound Studio</i></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b>1)</b><i> </i>I saw <i>Berberian Sound Studio</i> in the worst possible circumstances: I watched the entire thing on my iPhone over several sessions walking on an elliptical machine at my local gym. Cardio is both necessary and incredibly boring, and I had gotten sick of listening to podcasts while I worked out. I saw some less-than-stellar movies, but <i>Berberian Sound Studio</i> captured my imagination. I got into <i><a href="http://creaturecast.blogspot.com/2014/09/only-lovers-left-alive.html" target="_blank">Only Lovers Left Alive</a> </i>at around the same time, and I've been a fierce advocate for both films since. It seems like there have been a lot of smart, classy horror films over the last few years and I was really excited to share them with people.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b>2)</b> Like <i>Only Lovers</i>, <i>Berberian</i> is total sound porn. Instead of music, <i>Berberian</i> focuses on the sound engineering and foley work used to make an effective horror film. I've never seen a film that made such brilliant use of sound effect work. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b>3) </b>Confession time: I've never much cared for the "golden age" of 1970s Italian horror cinema. I think most of the appeal comes from a strange mix of nostalgia for an era that was before my time, a misreading of incompetent film making that gets confused for camp, and a gorehound's delight in a few key scenes of truly nasty gore effects. I'm watching Lucio Fulci's Zombie 2 on the second monitor as I type this and no one ever remembers anything substantial about the film. They just remember the eye gouging and the shark fight. I do like <i><a href="http://creaturecast.blogspot.com/2009/03/beyond.html" target="_blank">The Beyond</a> </i>and the Argento film <i>Phenomena </i>but Italian horror doesn't really work for me. But it does make a fantastic backdrop for Gilderoy's mental breakdown.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b>4) </b>I am embarrassed to admit it, but I see far too much of myself in Gilderoy. I'm small and easily bowled over, and I'm often shocked when people act selfishly. His timid personality puts him at a huge disadvantage when he's brought to Italy to work on some perverse <i>giallo</i> film. My own experience in Italy taught me that the people can often be, um, unnecessarily assertive. A sheltered person like Gilderoy would easily be bowled over. Gilderoy's immediate supervisor is rude to him without reason, the receptionist is dismissive, and everyone either blows him off or talks down to him. The only one who treats Gilderoy decently is the film's director, and he's a manipulative narcissist with grandiose ideas about the misogynist trash he's creating. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b>5) </b>The film takes places in a strange film noir world. The hallways disappear down impossible distances, the rooms never seem to be properly lit, and the recording rooms are all like tiny coffins. The entire movie world feels like an echo chamber, which is perfect for the best aspect of <i>Berberian Sound Studios</i>: the masterful use of sound. </div><br /><b>6) </b>I've never seen a movie so lush with aural detail. You never actually <i>see</i> the movie Gilderoy is helping to make, but the horrific special effects conjure up a pretty clear image of how <i>nasty</i> the movie must be. Sound is used to brilliant effect in the film. Every cut lettuce, every dropped melon feels like a violation of the human body. I've heard a thousand screams captured on horror cinema, but I've never heard anything as gut-wrenching as the screams of frustration captured in the recording booth.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b>7) </b>The movie follows Gilderoy's descent into madness, as his life begins to thread into the movie. Perhaps the occult nature of the film casts a spell on him, perhaps he starts going insane, perhaps he was insane to begin with, a man who appeared out of the film itself. The ambiguity made the ending frustrating for a lot of people, but I found it intriguing. I can't wait to go back and revisit the film. Hopefully next time on a better screen.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b>Conclusion: </b>I've never seen a horror film that so effectively used the mechanics of cinema to deliver tension. Watching Gilderoy degenerate to the chaos around him becomes almost operatic. The line between film and "reality" gets razor-thin over the course of the movie. It's a rare treat, and one of my favorite recent horror films.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <b>&nbsp;</b> &nbsp; <b><i>&nbsp;</i></b> </div><br />Creaturehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04287192029300591471noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2380665968912689179.post-49737679930490774672014-10-24T05:23:00.000-07:002014-10-24T05:23:02.512-07:00Why I like Shadows in the Asylum: The Case Files of Dr. Charles Marsh<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vFAxfLASZGg/VEWPIGmfaGI/AAAAAAAABSU/RFWdXUcMYpw/s1600/Shadows%2Bin%2Bthe%2BAsylum.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vFAxfLASZGg/VEWPIGmfaGI/AAAAAAAABSU/RFWdXUcMYpw/s1600/Shadows%2Bin%2Bthe%2BAsylum.jpg" height="400" width="310" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Why I like D.A. Stern's <i>Shadows in the Asylum: The Case Files of Dr. Charles Marsh</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>1) </b>A little autobiographical note: my first post-college internship was for the San Francisco District Attorney's office's criminal investigation division. The bulk of the job involved preparing discovery documentation for defense attorneys, which meant I spent my days looking through fascinating information processed through extremely tedious forms. One murderer in particular, a mentally-ill drifter who butchered a teenage girl, had a lifetime of paperwork stretching back to institutionalized forms from the late 1950s. Taken together, the entire case file presented the sordid, sad details of a man's mental degeneration and the institutional failure to treat him properly.<br /><br /><b>2)</b> Horror fiction is full of people finding discarded documentation. Beleaguered heroes are constantly finding old case files, mysterious tomes, and newspaper clippings pasted on serial killer's walls. These little clues provide tantalizing glimpses into the origin of whatever evil the characters are facing. D.A. Stern's <i>Shadows in the Asylum</i> is an epistolary novel where all those little clippings tell the story of a doctor, a mental patient, and the supernatural horror stalking them both.<br /><br /><b>3) </b>The novel never breaks from it's central premise. The entire book is told in therapy session reports, newspaper clippings, surveillance footage, and album liner notes. While it seems like the haphazard nature of the collection would prevent close identification with the characters, but the doctor's notes show the the man's struggles, doubt, and acceptance.<br /><br /><b>4) </b>Because of the way the story is told, the events feel very real. Fiction has a lot of fundamental artificiality that comes from trying to create a prose style. As the novel effectively mimics different forms of formal documentation rather than telling a single narration, it really does feel like a found artifact of some terrible event.<br /><br /><b>5) </b>The book also does mental health facilities better than anything I've ever seen. Horror is full of Arkham Asylum-style madhouses, full of cackling madmen beating their heads against padded walls. The psychiatric care facility in the book seems to function correctly. It's a higher-end institution, with good counselors, regular treatment, and a strong drug regimen. It <i>seems</i> plausible, which makes the supernatural elements seem plausible.<br /><br /><b>6) </b>The horror at the core of the story unfolds slowly. For most of the book, the tales of shadows creeping the hospital hallways seem like ordinary delusions. The doctor finds a potential cause, resolves it, and the book appears to be on the way to a happy ending. Once the real evil makes itself known, the book takes on a new level of fear. The book is ultimately a Lovecraftian horror story, where the monster is something alien and unknowable, causing havoc with it's presence in the asylum. It's one of the scariest creatures I've ever encountered in horror fiction.<br /><br /><b>Conclusion:<i> </i></b>I'm really sad that <i>Shadows in the Asylum </i>didn't get a bigger following. It's a really unique and scary book, one of the best haunted-house stories I've ever read. It creates one of the most convincing fictional worlds I've ever seen, and rewards people for falling deeper into the story. I own several copies of the book so I can come back and revisit it over time. It has my highest recommendation.<br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<b><i> </i></b></div>Creaturehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04287192029300591471noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2380665968912689179.post-78319241800385612502014-10-23T04:53:00.000-07:002014-10-23T04:53:18.931-07:00Why I like Ju-on: The Grudge<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_Xymv3942Bo/VEaEkVo9XbI/AAAAAAAABSk/4dGbSHe8en4/s1600/Ju-on.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_Xymv3942Bo/VEaEkVo9XbI/AAAAAAAABSk/4dGbSHe8en4/s1600/Ju-on.jpg" height="355" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Why I like <i>Ju-on: The Grudge</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>1) </b>Before we begin, a brief autobiographical digression. I was raised in a family that practiced Japanese Buddhism in San Francisco. My family hosted Japanese exchange students, my brother spent a lot of time in Japan, and I'm generally inclined to be favorable to all things Japanese horror.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>2)</b> <i>Ju-on</i> is my favorite horror movie of all time. I've seen it dozens of times and I'm still scared by it. When I used to have closing duty at GameStop, I'd put <i>Ju-on </i>on the monitor to keep me company. I have watched as many Takashi Shimizu movies as I can get my hands on. I love the movie beyond all rational sense and perspective. I don't discuss it often because I really don't want to hear any dissenting opinion that might change my perspective.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>3) </b>One of the scariest things about the film is that Kayako Saeki's rage cannot be stopped. As a person acclimated to the western idea of haunting, where a tormented spirit can be put to rest, there's no escape from Kayako's vengeance. What happened to her was so awful that no amount of appeasement will work. Her rage is a virus that infects and corrupts everything that it touches.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>4) </b>Because a straightforward story about an unstoppable doom would be an exercise in futility, <i>Ju-on</i> is broken up into a nonlinear narrative about the first family to fall victim to the curse, the hospice worker that takes care of the invalid grandmother, and the police investigator that falls to the grisly aftermath. It effectively turns the film into a series of interconnected vignettes, short stories tied together by a monster. The overarching story involving the poor hospice worker takes the final doom of the curse to a new and frightening place.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>5) </b>The movie has a lot of scenes of people hiding in beds, being haunted in their sleep, or just having Kayako's spirit watching them as they lie huddled in fear. My childhood often involved burrowing under covers and doing my best to control my bladder. I recognize the fear of the dark and the safety/vulnerability of hiding in bed. <i>Ju-on</i> exploits this masterfully.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>6) </b>We're never quite clear on what <i>exactly</i> happened to the Saeki family. We see all of their spirits in one form or another. The boy/cat seems to act as a harbingers. He doesn't act like a typical ghost child, standing and staring at people with a bloody head wound. Instead, his spirit has been fused with the cat. The hissing sound the boy makes renders him as even less than human. It reminds me of traditional <i>obakemono</i> demons, animal spirits that torment the unwary.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>7) </b>The final scene between Kayako and Rika, where Rika lays paralyzed with fear and Kayako's freshly-murdered body crawls down the stairs after her is one of the most terrifying things I've ever seen in my life. The classic theory about horror is that it's often only scary when you can't see the monster, but the deliberate pacing, the horrible croaking sounds, and Kayako's vicious sense of <i>purpose</i> combine to make the scene one of the scariest things I've ever seen committed to film. It's a nightmare incarnate, and that's why it works so well with me.&nbsp; </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>Conclusion:</b> I'm more into creepy-horror than startle-horror. Most American horror films these days seem to be about creative a very specific rhythm of tension-shock-shock-break. I like movies that create a nightmarish atmosphere. <i>Ju-on</i> is utterly relentless, gloomy, and oddly beautiful. I have watched it dozens of times and I still find something new to discover in it's puzzle-box narrative and strange mysteries. It's my favorite horror film of all time. </div>Creaturehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04287192029300591471noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2380665968912689179.post-42782034559203162512014-10-22T05:47:00.000-07:002014-10-22T05:47:57.640-07:00Why I like Resident Evil 2<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UoD02NtbC-0/VEWCZN2JFtI/AAAAAAAABR4/1L_i8G-_r5Q/s1600/RE2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UoD02NtbC-0/VEWCZN2JFtI/AAAAAAAABR4/1L_i8G-_r5Q/s1600/RE2.jpg" height="381" width="400" />&nbsp;</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b>Why I like <i>Resident Evil 2</i></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b>1) </b>I'm fairly certain that <i>Resident Evil </i>started the zombie renaissance. When I got into the horror genre in my tweens, the most recent major zombie story was the <i>Return of the Living Dead </i>franchise, which was several years old at the time. The genre was leaving the franchise slasher era of the 80s and entering the <i>ironic</i> slasher franchise era of the early 90s, with a handful of supernatural horror tales interspersed between. Nobody was doing anything with zombies at the time. While <i>28 Days Later</i> probably brought the zombies into the mainstream audience, the <i>Resident Evil</i> franchise brought the subgenre back to horror fans my age.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b>2) </b>I started playing the series at the second game and I'll never forget the very first game screen:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r8L4HCOhyvg/VEWFOsR1baI/AAAAAAAABSE/rrtAk97xcK8/s1600/Explicit%2BViolence%2Band%2BGore.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r8L4HCOhyvg/VEWFOsR1baI/AAAAAAAABSE/rrtAk97xcK8/s1600/Explicit%2BViolence%2Band%2BGore.jpg" height="200" width="320" /></a></div><br />It's an old trick that gets me every time: if you tell me I'm about to see SOMETHING HORRIBLE, I'm going to work myself into a tizzy worrying about whatever it could possibly be. <br /><br /><b>3) </b>Both <i>Resident Evil 2 </i>and <i>Metal Gear Solid</i> were the first games that crossed the line between games and movies for me. Both used a lot of cut scenes to great effect. I remember the intro movie to <i>RE2</i> very well. Having not played the original game, I came in to the story as the two lead characters did, alarmed as I found myself trapped in a city under siege.<br /><br /><b>4) </b>I don't remember who I played as first. I usually play female characters if given the choice, but Leon Kennedy was a cop and had a gun. Either way, I remember the first nerve-wracking slog through Raccoon City's ruined streets. The characters are hard to control, the zombies are all over the place, and you were constantly under assault. Much has been made of the tank controls that early <i>RE </i>games used, but they definitely added to the vulnerability. I was used to playing agile characters, but now I was stuck in a clumsy shell. It amplified the horror, making my video game avatar an extension of myself.<br /><br /><b>5) </b>The interesting thing about the <i>Resident Evil </i>games is that they took place in a Universal Horror reinterpretation of our world. The characters and the technology were all modern, but the spaces that the characters resided in had a Gothic architecture and sense of decay. Puzzles all involved clockwork architecture, the police department and mansion all concealed areas that looked like Dark Ages castles, and the crazy villains were operatically, House of Usher-crazy. Underneath all the modern trappings, the mad experiments that birthed the T-Virus came from Frankenstein's Castle.<br /><br /><b>6) </b>Because I started the series at <i>Resident Evil 2</i>, I bypassed the worst of the bad voice acting that characterized <i>Resident Evil 1</i>. No master of unlocking cracks for me. Because of that, I took the series deadly serious. I wanted to know everything about the world, about the T-Virus, about the horrible Tyrant that relentlessly stalked you through the police station.<br /><br /><b>7) </b>The game pulled me into the world so effectively. I found all the little clues in the police station, I read all the reports, I heard about the doomed efforts to keep the monsters out. It created a thoroughly engaging fictitious world. The longer I played, the more I accepted the quirks of the control scheme. I developed a particular strategy for moving through corridors and fighting different monsters, which I had to constantly reevaluate in the face of new threats.<br /><br /><b>8) </b>The game has a palpable sense of loneliness. You spend so much time fighting alone for your life that it became a relief every time I ran into another human being, especially Claire/Leon.<br /><br /><b>Conclusion: </b>Horror gaming has a different rhythm than most other media, in that it doesn't follow the same peaks-and-valleys structure that more passive media often follows. The games are relentless exercises in horror, and I loved slipping deeper into the madness of the Raccoon City's zombie infestation. &nbsp; &nbsp; <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><br />Creaturehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04287192029300591471noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2380665968912689179.post-73004711163511402012014-10-21T06:12:00.000-07:002014-10-21T06:12:49.284-07:00Why I like the ending lightsaber battle in Empire Strikes Back <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mpA0qOnCutg/VEVqWsnDapI/AAAAAAAABRo/9UdW3h6deCU/s1600/Darth%2BVader.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mpA0qOnCutg/VEVqWsnDapI/AAAAAAAABRo/9UdW3h6deCU/s1600/Darth%2BVader.jpg" height="360" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Why I like the ending lightsaber battle in <i>Empire Strikes Back</i></b> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>1) </b>We're going outside the typical horror genre on this one, but bear with me.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>2) </b>In the book <i>Cut! Horror Writers on Horror Film</i>, splatterpunk writers Skipp and Spector advance the theory that horror is the engine that powers every movie you've ever loved. All conflict is based on the fear that something bad is going to happen. While I feel like their theory rounds up too many narrative strains into horror, it did make me consider scary scenes in all those movies beloved by the culture.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>3) </b>The classic slasher scene is one of slow, deadly stalking. The camera follows the victim as they creep through the dark, their pursuer close at hand with their knife drawn. It's as animalistic as horror gets; we're all afraid of the crazy person with the sharp object. As time has gone on, the victim has become more frail and the victim has become more hulking and brutish.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>4) </b>The first stalking scene I ever saw as a kid was Darth Vader stalking Luke Skywalker through the underbelly of Cloud City. It took me <i>years </i>before I could ever watch the movie again.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>5) </b>It's hard to be scared of Darth Vader these days. I spent last week at Disney World, where I saw a stage show where Darth Vader got beaten up by a six year old. His masked features were on tee-shirts and in cartoon drawings wearing Mickey Mouse ears. Oversaturation kills all the great monsters, but in all the merchandising crap we forget how <i>fucking scary</i> he is.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>6) </b>Luke Skywalker is completely unprepared for the fight. He ignored Yoda's instructions and rushed to his friend's aid, falling into Vader's trap. He meets his opponent in a room that looks like Freddy Krueger's hellish boiler room. Vader is a massive dark silhouette silently waiting for his opponent, his respirator overpowering the soundtrack. They fight and it's clear that Skywalker is overpowered. He flees, Vader in pursuit.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>7) </b>Everyone remembers the big reveal before Luke takes the plunge off the antenna, but the scenes that stick with me are Luke's slow creep through the silent hallways. It's one of the few quiet scenes in the <i>Star Wars</i> films. We feel Luke's fear, and the ominous sounds of Darth Vader's breathing takes a new edge. It reminds me of Jason's distinctive ch-ch-ch-ha-ha-ha sound. The first time Vader attacks, he sweeps violently down at Luke from an alcove. It's a horror movie jump scare.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>Conclusion</b>: Every kid has that story of the ostensibly-for-children movie that scared the crap out of them. Disney movies are often the culprit, but mine was <i>Empire Strikes Back</i>. Darth Vader was genuinely terrifying in the movie, and the script makes it very clear just how far Luke Skywalker is out of his depth. He's pushed to the limit of his endurance, which makes the revelation of his lineage all that more horrific. It's a brilliant horror scene in a non-horror film.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; </div>Creaturehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04287192029300591471noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2380665968912689179.post-14883859524634941782014-10-20T11:55:00.002-07:002014-10-20T11:56:47.384-07:00Why I like Elvira<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WKl6VSRx9so/VEVBhHqNPuI/AAAAAAAABRY/o_CXjlF91Eg/s1600/Elvira.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WKl6VSRx9so/VEVBhHqNPuI/AAAAAAAABRY/o_CXjlF91Eg/s1600/Elvira.jpg" height="400" width="275" />&nbsp;</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b>Why I like Elvira</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b>1) </b>At this point in my life, I'm over watching bad movies. I spent a lot of my college years on various couches watching badly acted, badly made, incompetently produced dreck looking for laughs. While "bad" is highly subjective (I'd still argue that a lot of the <i>Friday the 13th</i> movies are good, if you judge them on their own merits), "bad" often means "boring." It's <i>frustrating</i> to watch a movie sabotaged by incompetence or laziness. The only way a bad movie can be salvaged is by having genuinely funny comedians provide running commentaries to it.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b>2) </b>Most people think of MST3K/Rifftrax when they think of goofing on bad films. I never found the MST3K guys funny. They have a sorta Midwestern mild politeness that blunts most of their humor and makes their comedy about as edgy as a church-camp comedy skit. When you're working with oddball sci-fi/horror stuff, you gotta work a little blue. Your material has to be saucy. You have to be playful and edgy. You gotta be Elvira.&nbsp; &nbsp; </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b>3)</b> I'm a child of the 80s and Elvira means Halloween to me. She was the Santa of the season. You know Halloween had come around when her beer ads popped up on TV and her cut-outs appeared in grocery stores. She's the harbinger of the Halloween season. And she's <i>fun</i>. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b>4) </b>Elvira is like a more vivacious version of the Addams Family and the Munsters rolled into one<b>. </b>As I pointed out in my <a href="http://creaturecast.blogspot.com/2014/10/why-i-like-munsters.html" target="_blank">Munsters</a> article, Elvira has a hard time believing the world isn't as weird as she is. Like the <a href="http://creaturecast.blogspot.com/2014/10/why-i-like-addams-family.html" target="_blank">Addams Family</a>, she's so joyfully, unselfconsciously ghoulish.&nbsp; &nbsp; <b>&nbsp;</b> </div><br /><b>5) </b>Terry Pratchett once wrote that his earthy old witch Nanny Ogg was the kind of saucy old woman that England still produces: full of interesting life experiences, fond of beer and a raunchy joke, loud, brassy, and fun. Elvira fits that description, with an added dollop of vampiric glee.<br /><br /><b>6) </b>Now, hrm, here's where I am going to get in trouble. Look, I'm a feminist. I recognize male privilege, I like Anita Sarkeesian, I do my best to live decently and ignore the toxic messages in our culture, so I try not to be one of those guys that constantly harps on people's appearance but OH MY LORD Elvira is stunning. She's got a burlesque vibe, vamps for the camera. she's sexy and campy at the same time. I'm pretty sure she was one of my first crushes.<br /><br /><b>Conclusion: </b>I'm watching the <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_M1Z9BBffSc" target="_blank">13 Nights of Elvira</a> on Hulu as I watch this and I <i>love </i>it! She's lost none of the charm over the years, and the internet's lack of parental standards allow her to make the best off-color jokes. She's funny, charming, and one of the best things about Halloween. Creaturehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04287192029300591471noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2380665968912689179.post-38650891541906156562014-10-19T08:08:00.000-07:002014-10-19T08:08:09.932-07:00Why I like Interview with the Vampire<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P-67sBnHhzQ/VDL89grcPcI/AAAAAAAABRE/zukH1CGuis4/s1600/Interview.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P-67sBnHhzQ/VDL89grcPcI/AAAAAAAABRE/zukH1CGuis4/s1600/Interview.jpg" height="400" width="283" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Why I like <i>Interview with the Vampire</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>1) </b>Romantic vampires annoy traditional horror fans. Aside from taking cheap shots at <i>Twilight</i>, purists like their monsters pure. I was listening to the <a href="http://screamqueenz.com/episode-97-radiotheatres-dracula/" target="_blank">Scream Queenz Dracula</a> podcast and they nailed the classical definition of a vampire: their sexuality is predatory. They're seducing you in order to eat you alive. There's nothing underneath the charm. That&nbsp; kind of vampire is fine, but I really like <i>Interview with the Vampire</i>, the book/movie that is often accused of being the forerunner of the sad-puppy vampire.<br /><br /><b>2) </b><i>IwtV</i> is the first major work that features the vampire as the protagonist, and it creates a compelling one. I get that a lot of people find Louis Hamlet-like waffling frustrating, but I like the fact that he fundamentally <i>doesn't want to be a murderer</i>.&nbsp; The big different between Anne Rice's vampires and Stephanie Meyers' vampires is that Louis <i>has</i> to take human life to survive. Most people don't want to die, but the question is how willing they are to kill innocent people in order to preserve their own life, especially when their instincts compel them to do so. <br /><br /><b>3) </b>As I mentioned in the Addams Family post, there are two things that always appeal to Goths: antiquity and romanticism. <i>IwtV</i> is a very romantic movie. Lestat loves Louis, Louis cares for Claudia, Claudia loves Louis, Armand loves Armand. They all pull apart and crash into each other, goading their paramours to be what they want them to be, and occasionally trying to kill each other. It's all a bunch of grand passions mixed with homicide, set against a backdrop of European cities at night.<br /><br /><b>4) </b>Speaking of, let's talk about Lestat for a second. When I saw the movie as a kid, I thought that Lestat was the villain. He killed people without remorse. He was Gentleman Death, dressed for a night out. "It's your coffin, my dear." I was a good-hearted kid, I didn't want my heroes to hurt anybody. As I got older, I began to share Lestat's frustration with Louis. Louis' problem isn't that he doesn't want to hurt people, it's that he refuses to accept what he is. It's why that "still whining, Louis" line still gets a laugh every time. Plus being Lestat just looks like more <i>fun</i>.<br /><br /><b>5) </b>The big tragedy of the film is Claudia. She's turned as part of a misguided act of mercy, then forced to mature into an adult while keeping a child's body. Despite loving Louis, he will always view her as a child. And, of course, her attempt to free the pair from Lestat's clutches has horrific consequences.<br /><br /><b>6) </b>The idea of immortality has a lot of appeal. For one thing, you can live long enough to <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iXpxnxAL62A" target="_blank">see future cars</a>. You also get to live a life unfettered by death. I'd love to imagine what experiences would be open to me, what sights I could see. I think I'd give up the sun for that.<br /><br /><b>Conclusion</b>: Vampires endure because they walk the line between monster and wish fulfillment. There's a lot of perks to their condition, but it comes with some intense personal costs. <i>Interview with the Vampire</i> was the first time I was ever able to vicariously step into a vampire's lace cuffs. It's romantic treatment of vampirism and angst saturation did encourage a trend I don't necessarily love, but I really like this story. It takes the romanticism of vampires without sanding down the fangs. </div>Creaturehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04287192029300591471noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2380665968912689179.post-40731813488312041552014-10-18T04:54:00.000-07:002014-10-18T04:55:14.034-07:00Why I like Ed Wood <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o5hELWZRrJM/VDLog-GFEMI/AAAAAAAABQ0/Mv9rC6RSnTg/s1600/Ed%2BWood.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o5hELWZRrJM/VDLog-GFEMI/AAAAAAAABQ0/Mv9rC6RSnTg/s1600/Ed%2BWood.jpg" height="345" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Why I like <i>Ed Wood</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>1) </b>It's real easy to tease Tim Burton these days. His reliance on specific cinematic signatures have been the <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bFzLRP8e4vE" target="_blank">subject of parody</a> by funnier people than I. His work feels like one of the bands I've listened to thousands of times during my adolescence, where it's lost the sparkle after all those repeat viewings. Taking all those old movies for granted dismisses the fact that Tim Burton's best work is <i>fucking awesome</i>!<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><i> </i></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>2) </b>Out of all his work, I come back to <i>Ed Wood</i> most of all. As much as I love <i>Edward Scissorhands</i> and <i>Beetlejuice</i>, they seem more like stylistic exercises and fairy tales. They establish his style. <i>Ed Wood </i>is a more adult story.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>3) </b>I like Johnny Depp's portrayal of the character. Ed Wood reminds me of every good natured 1950s gee-whiz sitcom child. He doesn't get down or discouraged about his dreams. Every problem has a solution, every calamity can be worked around. His singleminded go-get'um attitude occasionally veers toward the selfish, and Martin Landau's Bela Lugosi is possibly worse off for having met him, but he's the kind of guy who gets things done.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>4) </b>Sometimes enthusiasm makes up for a lack of talent. In the scenes where Ed Wood is actually filming, we quickly realize he has no idea what the <i>fuck</i> he is doing. He shoots in one-takes, he hires people with no real grasp of English, and he truly believes he can fool people into believing that a dentist with a cape over his mouth could pass for Bela Lugosi. The amateurishness would be contemptible, but it's paired with a genuine love of the medium. Ed Wood <i>loves</i> movies. He's the most enthusiastic amateur out there, and his rollicking seat-of-your-pants style makes his story compelling. Bad movies these days often fail due to a lack of inspiration. They feel made by committee, they play it safe, and they market-test all the flavor out of their stories. I have a copy of <i>Plan 9 From Outer Space</i> and I can't really bring myself to watch it again. But it's unique, <i>goddamnit</i>.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>5) </b>One of the most admirable things about Ed Wood's personality is how accepting he is. He takes misfits under his wing, he works with religious fundamentalists for funding, he buddies up to a hammy old actor, and he manages to get them all to share his vision. Even better, he accepts himself. The man has an interest in gender-nonconforming behavior, which he reveals with very little shame. That leads to one painful rejection, but he eventually finds the right girl to share his life with. I like movies about people with winning personalities. They create the most interesting social networks.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>Conclusion: </b>It's tough doing anything creative. You have to press back against tidal waves of inertia and apathy. There are a zillion stories of tormented creative types, but there are very few that capture the sheer iconoclastic joy of being a weirdo, celebrating your weirdness, and making something memorable with your friends. <i>Ed Wood</i> is one of my go-to feel good movies.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; </div>Creaturehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04287192029300591471noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2380665968912689179.post-75353462494327903612014-10-17T06:00:00.000-07:002014-10-17T19:10:48.156-07:00Why I like How To Write Horror Fiction<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m1c7Os0R7hw/VDLas3F5wXI/AAAAAAAABQc/zFOgMc28FuU/s1600/How%2BTo%2BWrite%2BHorror%2BFiction.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m1c7Os0R7hw/VDLas3F5wXI/AAAAAAAABQc/zFOgMc28FuU/s1600/How%2BTo%2BWrite%2BHorror%2BFiction.jpg" height="400" width="242" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Why I like <i>How To Write Horror Fiction</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>1) </b>In marathoning through 31 days of blog posts, it's amazed me how often I've gone back to my childhood. I live in a near-24/7 horror bubble, but I don't think too much past assuming that it's where my natural aesthetics lie. This little experiment in strip-mining my interests has helped me to find my origin story.&nbsp; No other book has shaped me more than <i>How To Write Horror Fiction. </i><br /><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><i> </i></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>2) </b>I was by all accounts a pretty easy kid. I didn't cause a lot of trouble, never really acted out, and was easy for my parents to get a handle on. They taught me how to read at a young age, which I'll always be grateful for. The library quickly became my favorite place, and they used to drop me off there if they needed me out their way for awhile. I'd spend hours wander the stacks, following my interests. One day, I happened to come across <i>HtWHF</i>.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>3) </b>Written by the legendary William F. Nolan, <i>HtWHF</i> is a nuts-and-bones explanation of how a horror story works: how to build tension, how to create monsters, how a plot is supposed to naturally flow, and how to use violence to maximum effect. I've read a lot of books on writing over the years and a lot of them read like New Age self-improvement books. <i>HtWHF</i> taught the nuts and bolts of story construction. It made storytelling seem like something <i>I could do</i>.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>4) </b>Nolan comes from a different era of storytelling. There were more markets back in the day because more people read short fiction. The stories guys like Nolan and Ray Bradbury wrote defined horror fiction. While the sensibilities have changed significantly, the core lessons remain valuable.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>5) </b>I've been holding off on rereading <i>HtWHF</i> until after I finished my MFA in writing horror fiction. I wanted to see if what I learned or if anything I tried to do felt different from what Nolan laid down in the text. The reputation that MFAs homogenize their students has some truth, especially one geared towards commercial fiction, but I learned a lot in the program. Two books and a couple dozen short stories later, I've approached <i>HtWHF</i> with new appreciation. The lessons remain useful, and it's a good refresher course on the basics.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;">&nbsp; </div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>Conclusion: </b>Writing is such a crapshoot. It's hard to succeed, it's often not taken seriously, and you have to find your rewards within the process itself, but it has proven to be one of the best things in my life. It's been a way to synthesize my love of reading, my love of stories, and my observations on life into an art form. It's made me happy, if "happiness" means something more complex than simple self-indulgent euphoria. Sometimes that happiness can come with the weight of obligation, but the sense of purpose it gives in exchange is worth it. Nolan's book had a massive impact on my development. He made me want to be a writer. </div>Creaturehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04287192029300591471noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2380665968912689179.post-86206058229975596562014-10-16T09:19:00.000-07:002014-10-16T12:27:41.250-07:00Why I like the Addams Family <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pY8tYIP81BY/VDLMg1FOfXI/AAAAAAAABQM/v3Tu1Kps8Zc/s1600/The%2BAddams%2BFamily%2B.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pY8tYIP81BY/VDLMg1FOfXI/AAAAAAAABQM/v3Tu1Kps8Zc/s1600/The%2BAddams%2BFamily%2B.jpg" height="384" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Why I like <i>The Addams Family</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>1) </b>This is gonna start with another "look how big a wimp Joe was" stories. My dad took me to see <i>The Addams Family</i> film when I was a kid. I covered my eyes during the walk through the cemetery, though my imagination vividly conjured up the horrible images of all the dead Addamses. When they got to the scene where Pugsley and Wednesday violently recreate Shakespeare, I was crying and had to be taken home.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><i> </i></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>2) </b>Years later, as a sullen Goth teenager, I went back to the Addams. I started with <i>Addams Family Values</i>, worked up the courage to watch the first film, then bought a collection of Charles Addams comics. I was still worshipping the ground Tim Burton walked on, and I wanted more stories set in strange dark fairytales.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><b> </b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><br /></b><b>3) </b>If there are two things Goth kids respond to, it's romance and antiquity. The Addams family have both in spades. Their house is a crumbling old Victorian abode, much like the one I grew up near in San Francisco (I refuse to believe that the Addams actually live in New York City, no matter what the musical tries to say), full of old antiques for the family to lounge on.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>4) </b>As to the romance, Gomez and Morticia are positively gross in love with each other. Because they live in their own tiny crazy world, they never deal with the mundane crap that most cohabitating couples deal with. They fawn and swoon over each other, waltz constantly, and babble sweet nothing in French. It's all so cute. Every once in awhile, I see a run on my social media feeds about how people are looking for romance like Gomez and Morticia share.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>5) </b>The Addams Family are just plain <i>odd</i>. Unlike the Munsters, who seem completely unaware of their strangeness, the Addams see their strangeness as normal and don't see how the rest of the world doesn't go along the exact same way. The charm of the Addams, beyond their cute morbidity, is that they are so completely comfortable in being themselves. Because of that, I've never seen a more loving family portrayed in any medium (once you get past the occasional lighthearted murder attempts.)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>6) </b>I have a strange relationship with morbidity these days. When I was a kid, I used to read anything I could on death and dying, in the certainty that my own life would last forever. The older I get and the more I've encountered death as a reality, the more I find <i>most</i> people who profess to be morbid as either wearing it as an affectation or as having not suffered any real loss in their lives. But the fact is that death is interesting. Funerary rites are interesting. Lurid murders are interesting. The Addams Family is a way to find humor in the dark side of life.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>7) </b>The farther I get from the Musical, the less I like it. No Addams family member should have the goal of wanting to be more normal.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>Conclusion: </b>I like to check in with the Addams Family from time to time in order to remind myself that I'm still a little bit weird. The older I get, the more cluttered my life becomes with compromises and concessions to the oppressive crush of the day-to-day world. I like my family quite a bit, but it would sometimes be nice to have a family like the Munsters or the Addams. It's a place where my dark side could fit in. &nbsp; &nbsp; </div>Creaturehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04287192029300591471noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2380665968912689179.post-69090196393274911712014-10-15T04:15:00.000-07:002014-10-15T04:15:18.186-07:00Why I like Nightmare on Elm Street 3: Dream Warriors<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FeitSLv90J8/VDK-wJBfWhI/AAAAAAAABP8/mbuxRqlC0Tk/s1600/Elm%2BStreet%2B3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FeitSLv90J8/VDK-wJBfWhI/AAAAAAAABP8/mbuxRqlC0Tk/s1600/Elm%2BStreet%2B3.jpg" height="400" width="300" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Why I like <i>A Nightmare on Elm Street 3: Dream Warriors</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>(</i>Poster image by <a href="http://jasonedmiston.com/portfolio/posters/nightmare-on-elm-street-3/" target="_blank">Jason Edmiston</a>)<i> </i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>1) </b>I gotta start this one up with a controversial point: I think that the original <i>Nightmare on Elm Street </i>film hasn't aged all that well. It's a good movie and has some great imagery, but it's also very dated.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>2) </b>One of the best things about <i>NoES</i> movies is that the teenage victims tend to be better-developed than most slasher movie characters. We need to know who they are so we know what Freddy will use against them. And who is more vulnerable to the depredations of Freddy Krueger than a bunch of kids in a mental health facility?&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>3) </b>I like that this movie brings back Nancy Thompson from the original movie. Nancy is one of the best final girls in horror history. She's smart, proactive, brave, and resourceful. We rarely get a chance to see final girls after they survive, but I like that she's become a youth crisis counselor. She didn't break down, she didn't become paranoid, she took her experiences with Freddy and turned it into something positive.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>4) </b>The kids in this movie are awesome. While none of them seem particularly unwell, they all have strong personalities and meet the challenge of Freddy Krueger head-on like a bunch of mini-Nancys. My favorites are the punk rocker and the wizard master.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>5) </b>This is right before Freddy got super-goofy in part four. He's got a sense of humor, but it's deeply cruel. One of the most famous kills is when Freddy jams the would-be actress into the television. He says "This is it, Jennifer. Your big break in TV! <i>Welcome to prime time, bitch!</i>" before he smashes her into the screen. It's funny, but not <i>ha-ha </i>funny. It's the bleakest, blackest humor imaginable, which makes it the perfect fit for Freddy Krueger.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>6) </b>The fight in the graveyard is pure Harryhausen. The junkyard itself looks like a Gothic reimagining of urban decay, with the stacks of cars framing Freddy's grave like an arena. I really like John Saxon, especially after <i>Enter the Dragon</i> and his epic battle against Krueger marks the highlight of the film.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>7)</b> There are some great scare scenes in the movie. Most people favor the aforementioned TV smash, but my two are the veins-as-marionettes for sheer squick factor, and the "sorry kid, I don't believe in fairy tales" death of the Wizard Master, because that's the way I'd probably go.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>8) </b>Larry Fishbourne&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>Conclusion: </b>The saga of Freddy is ultimately one of inherited guilt. The kids are paying for the sins of their parents, and we can see the strain it has taken on the last of the so-called Elm Street kids. They are aided and empowered by sympathetic adults, but they ultimately confront and defeat Freddy themselves. <i>Dream Warriors</i> is a story of youthful can-do spirit. It's all the Scooby-Doo and Hardy Boys stories I loved as a kid, with a compelling monster for them to go up against.&nbsp; </div>Creaturehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04287192029300591471noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2380665968912689179.post-53331064494504817642014-10-14T05:54:00.000-07:002014-10-14T05:54:29.371-07:00Why I like Fatal Frame<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4hP8yhXkwzc/VDHY6OHM8HI/AAAAAAAABPk/AhAMUmw1iQw/s1600/Fatal%2BFrame%2BCOVER.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4hP8yhXkwzc/VDHY6OHM8HI/AAAAAAAABPk/AhAMUmw1iQw/s1600/Fatal%2BFrame%2BCOVER.jpg" height="432" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Why I like <i>Fatal Frame</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>1) </b>As I confessed during the Haunted Mansion post, I'm actually a gigantic chicken. I'm drawn to horror because it has a powerful impact on me, but I like the experience to be vicarious. Video games are about as close as I can come to getting directly involved with anything scary.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>2) </b>I got into all the big horror games when they started coming out for the Playstation. <i>Resident Evil</i>, <i>Silent Hill</i>, <i>Parasite Eve</i>, I played them all. The only one that was almost too much for me was <i>Fatal Frame</i>.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>3) </b>Video games are almost all power fantasies. You're usually a Space Marine or a SAS officer or an indomitable yellow eating machine or something like that. You're almost never a skinny teenage girl trapped in a haunted house looking for her missing brother. The only weapon you have to defend yourself with is the Camera Obscura, an old-style box camera that can capture the dead. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>4) </b>"Ropes! There are more ropes this time!"</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>5) </b><i>Fatal Frame </i>scared the bejeezus out of me. The game is one of my most intensely atmospheric horror scenarios I've ever played in my life. The ghosts you meet, the dark halls that you wander down, the horrific recordings you find, all create an unrelenting world of terror. I used to rush from save point to save point so I could take regular breaks.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>6) </b>The ghosts are also the scariest ghosts I've ever seen in horror fiction. They're the restless spirits of the people who died following the disaster of the failed strangling ritual, and they wear their torments on their bodies. It's hard to pick which one is the worst, but I'm torn between the woman whose hanging went wrong and the woman who wore the blinding mask and is condemned to wander the halls of the Himuro mansion with blood-soaked bandages over her gouged eyes. &nbsp; </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>7) </b>I used to lose entire days playing this game. I'd play it broad daylight, with the windowshades open and plenty of people in the house. If I <i>really </i>lost my nerve, I'd mute the game and blare the Wu-Tang Clan through my stereo. I liked imagining the Ghostface Killah materializing before Miku Hinasaki like he did for Huey Freeman in that episode of <i>The Boondocks</i>, helping herto be strong and walk righteous.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>8) </b>The gist of the story, from what I can tell, is about sacrifice. As abominable as the strangling ritual is, the consequences would be much worse if it was never performed. We feel bad for the poor shrine maiden, but sacrificing her keeps the world whole. The game's theme asks us to examine the horrible cost of duty. &nbsp; <b>&nbsp;</b> &nbsp; &nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>Conclusion: </b><i>Fatal Frame </i>is one of the things that sparked my love for Asian horror. It's atmospheric and emotionally rich in a way that western horror often can't compete with. The game is genuinely, relentlessly scary. I'm kind of sad that the newest game seems to have a focus on fan service, because <i>Fatal Frame </i>was the best survival horror franchise in video games.&nbsp; &nbsp;<b><i> </i></b></div>Creaturehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04287192029300591471noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2380665968912689179.post-84164020626203074342014-10-13T04:52:00.000-07:002014-10-13T04:52:31.185-07:00Why I like The Long Walk<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f_CoTdgO2is/VDHAVZCZPLI/AAAAAAAABPY/RWwFRM2kctc/s1600/The%2BLong%2BWalk.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f_CoTdgO2is/VDHAVZCZPLI/AAAAAAAABPY/RWwFRM2kctc/s1600/The%2BLong%2BWalk.jpg" height="640" width="387" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Why I like <i>The Long Walk</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>1) </b>I'm a sucker for stories about death contests. The first short story I ever read in class was <i>The Most Dangerous Game</i> and I've been fascinated by idea of deadly contests ever since. I'm always drawn into any story that involves making a sport out of life and death.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>2) </b>I started reading Stephen King around the same time kids these days get into Young Adult fiction. While King isn't specifically a YA writer, his old horror novels are pretty kid-friendly. I know a lot of horror fans from my generation got our start reading him.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>3) </b>I had heard that King wrote a bunch of books under his Richard Bachman pseudonym. They were supposed to be more dark, more <i>extreeeeeme</i> than his usual work. Kids love things that are more extreme -- look at all youth marketing from the 90s -- so I couldn't wait to check them out.&nbsp;<b></b>Most of the early Bachman books dealt with either cruel adolescence or death contests. <i>The Long Walk</i> combined them both.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>4) </b>The gist of the story is that there's a future contest where a hundred teenage boys walk as far as they can, followed by soldiers on a halftrack. If they slow down, they get a warning. After three warnings, they get shot. If they leave the road, they get shot. If they attack the soldiers, they get shot. If anyone from the crowd tries to help them, the interfering person gets shot. Warning get removed if a kid goes an hour without getting another one. They're given food and water at regular intervals. The last survivor gets the Prize: anything they want for the rest of their life. Simple enough.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>5) </b>Nobody dies for a good long while in the story. No one <i>talks</i> about dying. They talk about "getting a ticket." The kids walking the race are all laughing and joking, but there's an edge to their humor. The narrator notices one kid wearing sneakers and wonders what the kid was thinking. Someone complains about a charley horse, gets a couple of warning, and eventually walks it off. By that point, we know that something is <i>very wrong</i>, but King never directly explains the danger until the charley horse kid gets gunned down by the soldiers on the halftrack. The other walkers react with shock; the Long Walk just became real to all of them.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>6) </b>One of my favorite things about the book is how little we learn about the world that it takes place in. "Worldbuilding" has become the big buzzword in speculative fiction, but saturating <i>The Long Walk</i> with details would have taken the focus away from the characters. We get the sense that something terrible has happened to America and it's become a fascist Orwellian state. One of the walkers had his father taken away by the authorities. Another has a connection to the creator of the Long Walk. That's all we really need to get and we don't need much more than that.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>7) </b>The teenagers who walk the Long Walk are all (mostly) volunteers. Some do it our of desperation, some think they have a shot at winning, some are fulfilling a death wish, and some (like the narrator) aren't entirely clear why they've chosen to participate. As the story goes on, we get to know their personalities and motivations. Horror often works as a hotbox that puts people into situations that reveal their character. It turns the book into half-dystopian horror novel, half-meditation on mortality.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>8) </b>Teenagers make great protagonists for brutal dystopian stories. They're old enough to have some ability, but young enough not to have any agency against the adults that force them into deadly situations. The one thing that the book conveys more efficiently than anything else is the walker's sense of powerlessness.&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>Conclusion: </b>It's popular to dismiss Stephen King for a lot of his little stylistic quirks, but there's no question that he's an absolute master at building suspense. We feel the walker's strain, their exhaustion, and their mental degeneration. It sucks being a teenager in the dystopian future, but King managed to create one of most compelling visions of teenage murder games that I've ever read. &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<b> </b>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<b><i> </i></b></div>Creaturehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04287192029300591471noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2380665968912689179.post-72940453996061209392014-10-12T04:52:00.000-07:002014-10-12T04:52:57.344-07:00Why I like the Haunted Mansion <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VecEmXOPef8/VDC6Bg6VTzI/AAAAAAAABPI/2CBWLyZxayE/s1600/Ghost%2BRobot.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VecEmXOPef8/VDC6Bg6VTzI/AAAAAAAABPI/2CBWLyZxayE/s1600/Ghost%2BRobot.jpg" height="263" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Why I like the <i>Haunted Mansion</i>&nbsp;</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>&nbsp;1) </b>Despite this empire of horror I've built for myself in this quiet corner of the internet, I'm actually a massive chickenshit. Unlike a lot of horror fans I've met, who seem impervious to frights. I'm drawn to this stuff <i>because</i> it affects me so deeply. I like to keep a safe distance between myself and the horror in question, which is why I don't do haunted house events. I'm definitely curious about them. I've spent entire days watching Youtube videos of people walking through Universal Studios Halloween Horror Nights, but I need serious reason to even set foot near one. <br /><br /><b>2) </b>When I was a kid, my parents took me on the Pirates of the Caribbean ride and it scared the <i>bejeezus</i> out of me. I was deathly afraid of skeletons as a kid so I started crying the second I saw the skeletal captain sitting on top of his pile of loot. The Haunted Mansion was obviously out of the question.&nbsp; <br /><br /><b>3) </b>Years later, when I'd gotten deep into the horror genre, I decided to finally brave the terrors of the Haunted Mansion. Turned out that it's not only is it a lot of fun, but it's a charming ride.<br /><br /><b>4) </b>I like the way the Mansion looks. I'm not from the South, but those old plantation homes are definitely evocative of a time long gone. Even waiting in line is a blast. I like looking up the vine-covered walls and reading the inscriptions on the tombstones.&nbsp; <br /><br /><b>5) </b>I'm told that a big part of the Disneyland design is that the experience is meant to be immersive. It seems to hold true, as every place you look holds some tiny sliver of detail.<br /><br /><b>6) </b>I like climbing in the doom buggies and puttering along the dark track. I'm a sucker for an animatronic diorama, so watching the head in the crystal ball and the ghosts spinning through the ballroom all give little family-friendly scares for my cowardly self. I usually ride the Haunted Mansion a couple of times whenever I'm in Disneyland. It's a gleefully dark little blast of joy for my inner child.&nbsp; <br /><br /><b>7) </b>Whenever I travel abroad, I like to visit the Disneyland parks to see how they do the Haunted Mansions abroad. When I went Disneyland Paris, I saw that they'd created a ghost town version of the Wild West. It's interesting to see how classic rides are reinterpreted in different cultures.<br /><br /><b>Conclusion: </b>When you grow up upper middle class in California, you're going to have some Disney in your childhood memories. It's got such an elemental pull on me that I'm visiting Disney World next week. The Haunted Mansion is a tiny little dark hideaway in the Magic Kingdom and I'm one of a legion of devotees that treasure the ride.&nbsp; &nbsp; </div>Creaturehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04287192029300591471noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2380665968912689179.post-49911733799835981452014-10-11T05:55:00.000-07:002014-10-11T05:55:59.261-07:00Why I like Halloween H20<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uHR_LHsUzxs/VDCpI8owheI/AAAAAAAABO4/bA0czDuak-o/s1600/Halloween%2BH20.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uHR_LHsUzxs/VDCpI8owheI/AAAAAAAABO4/bA0czDuak-o/s1600/Halloween%2BH20.jpg" height="285" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Why I like <i>Halloween H20</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>1) </b>We rarely see what happens to people who survive horror movies. I assumed most of them go insane, like Sally Hardesty at the end of <i>Texas Chainsaw Massacre</i>. We <i>never</i> see them twenty years later, when they're barely holding it together.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><i> </i></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>2) </b>I like that there are times when it's very difficult to <i>like</i> Laurie Strode. We don't blame her, as we can see the terror she lives with, but we also feel sympathy for her son. He's had to live with a mother who's tightened her grip on him over the years out of (justifiable) paranoia.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>3) </b>There are people who dislike Michael Myers and Laurie Strode being siblings. They say it takes the fear of random violence from the first movie and makes it into a family drama with more knives. Twenty years later, the decision paid off. <i>H20</i> is about how destructive the ties of family can be, and how we never really know the people closest to us.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>4) </b>Jamie Lee Curtis is a fantastic actress. <i>Halloween H20</i>'s version of Laurie Strode is not an easy role to pull off and Curtis pulls it off with aplomb. I got chills during the scene towards the end of the movie when she closes the gate, calls to her brother, and the familiar theme fills the air.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>5) </b>It's one of those rare slasher movies where the teenage knife-bait feels extraneous to the story. Laurie Strode's arc is so compelling that the teenagers they set up to be victims feel more like a drag on the narrative than anything else.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>6) </b>The ending is one of my favorites in horror cinema. She <i>knew</i> her brother was just going to sit up in the ambulance, and the end result of her escape is her brother pinned to a tree. He reaches for her with such pathos in his eyes, and I don't know if could have stopped myself from taking his hand. We never know why Michael does what he does, but we get a sense in that moment that he's under tremendous pain. The scene plays out as it does, and Myers' hold on his sister's life is ended.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>Conclusion: </b>As far as I'm concerned, that's the last film of the original <i>Halloween </i>series. It was the correct send-off for both characters, not the abomination that followed. <i>Halloween H20</i> is a genuinely good film, as well as being one of the best of the post-<i>Scream</i> slashers.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; </div>Creaturehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04287192029300591471noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2380665968912689179.post-6117543896989479252014-10-10T05:44:00.000-07:002014-10-10T05:44:21.457-07:00Why I like Hack & Slash<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hgSiG1Utxqc/VDCZM6hSvpI/AAAAAAAABOo/gR7DKGhWT20/s1600/Vlad%2Band%2BCassie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hgSiG1Utxqc/VDCZM6hSvpI/AAAAAAAABOo/gR7DKGhWT20/s1600/Vlad%2Band%2BCassie.jpg" height="400" width="355" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Why I like <i>Hack &amp; Slash</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>1) </b>There are a lot of comics out there that think beating up monsters equals horror. The medium has been dominated by superhero books for so long that most people think of comics as fight books, with battles breaking out every few pages. While the stories are often exciting, they're action stories rather than horror stories, with the monsters replacing criminals and supervillains. <i>Hack &amp; Slash </i>is a fight book that uses the tropes of slasher fiction as the basis for it's over-the-top battles.&nbsp;<i> </i>&nbsp;<b><i> </i></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>2) </b>In <i>Hack &amp; Slash</i>, movie slashers are a type of undead monster that come back from the grave to fulfill their twisted need for revenge. The energy that resurrects them is puritanical in nature, despising youth and sex, and the resurrected slashers target young sexy people on their way to finish their mission. It's an effective way to tie up all the slasher movie cliches into one coherent mythology. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>3) </b>Cassie Hack is a survivor of a slasher movie massacre, where her undead mother went on a rampage and slaughtered the kids who tormented her daughter. Cassie barely escaped with her life, and the experience scarred her. She started dressing like a Suicide Girl and crossed the country hunting slashers. Eventually she met up with Vlad, a massive deformed man who breathes through a respirator that looks suspiciously like Jason's hockey mask. Together, they battle slashers all around the world.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>4) </b>I like that Cassie and Vlad's quest feels a lot like Sam and Dean Winchester's hunting efforts from <i>Supernatural</i>. They live out of their van, scrape money together doing odd jobs off of Craigslist, and search the news for further evidence of slasher activity. Heroism on a budget is always appealing, but the economic troubles that Cassie and Vlad go through come are much more prominent in the storyline.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>5) </b>The social dynamic between Cassie and Vlad is really interesting. Vlad deeply loves Cassie, but Cassie has been wrestling with her sexuality. Fighting monsters that target sexually active people will put a whammy on a person's sex drive, and it doesn't help that Vlad looks like a monster. It makes their interactions bittersweet and sad, especially when tragedy strikes their ranks.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>6) </b>Cassie Hack is a well-developed character. While the art tends toward too much fan service, she comes off as believably damaged. She reminded me a lot of Laurie Strode from <i>Halloween H20</i>, someone who's barely holding together but can bring down the fire of wrath if need be.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>7) </b>Most of the stories, especially the early issues, are fun little slasher tales that hearken back to the genre's heyday. Creator Tim Seeley really knows his stuff, and the book is full of in-jokes that recall specific movies. As the book continued, slashers like Evil Ernie, Chuckie, and the legendary Re-Animator Herbert West made appearances. It helped tie the series to it's cinematic roots while serving as a homage to one of the most entertaining subgenres in horror.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>Conclusion:</b> Not all parts of <i>Hack &amp; Slash </i>work. Towards the end of the run the book got bogged down in it's own mythology and started deviating from the original ideas while keeping the characters static. But for the first few collections the series was one of the most interesting, engaging takes on slasher film stereotypes. &nbsp; </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; </div>Creaturehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04287192029300591471noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2380665968912689179.post-25209096523793294102014-10-09T05:46:00.000-07:002014-10-09T05:46:51.838-07:00Why I like Ravenloft <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0xKaWyVwnVI/VDBwfFraaDI/AAAAAAAABOY/zXDzyLWq7nU/s1600/Ravenloft.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0xKaWyVwnVI/VDBwfFraaDI/AAAAAAAABOY/zXDzyLWq7nU/s1600/Ravenloft.jpg" height="261" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Why I like <i>Ravenloft</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><i>&nbsp;</i>1) </b>Ravenloft is the only way I can play Dungeons and Dragons. I'm not a high fantasy guy. I don't care all that much about elves and dwarves. Give me vampires staring out over lonely battlements any day.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>2) </b>Ravenloft takes place in a fantasy world called the Domain of Dread, dominated by every trope of gothic horror you can imagine. Frankenstein's monster roams the countryside looking for his creator. Werewolves prowl the forests. Ghosts creep through ruined castles. The few heroes who attempt to fight against the darkness must act with great care, lest the corruption consume their own souls.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>3) </b>The world of Ravenloft is ruled by the Dark Powers,&nbsp; a mysterious consciousness that often takes the form of the mists that constantly shrouds the Domain of Dread. We never get a clear sense of what the Dark Powers are, but they seem to be focused on subjecting the inhabitants of the domain to moral tests and punishing those who fail.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>4) </b>Ravenloft is built around grand gothic tragedy. The doomed warlords of tiny fiefdoms in the realm--darklords, in the game's parlance--are trapped to forever reenact the dramas that lead to their downfalls. The tyrant's armies will always fail in conquest, the mad wizard will never be able to learn any new magic, the vampire will always find and lose the reincarnation of his first love.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>5) </b>Unlike most of Dungeons and Dragons, Ravenloft heavily emphasizes the story. Most of the powers that Dungeons and Dragons players rely on are corrupted by the Dark Powers. Gods are inaccessible, scrying and divination spells don't work the way they're supposed to, and traditional routes to power often come at horrible cost.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>6) </b>Because the Doman of Dread acts as a moral test of character, and because the Dark Powers seem to favor evil (or at least attempt to put the forces of good through the toughest gauntlet imaginable), the players' actions often draw them down the path of corruption. Hiding behind alignment no longer works, as selfish or evil actions can condemn a character just as thoroughly as any darklord.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>7) </b>The Domain of Dread works for pretty much any kind of gothic horror adventure, from Van Helsing's lethal crusade to quieter works of spirits in lonely manors.&nbsp; The emphasis on atmosphere and narrative versatility make Ravenloft one of my favorite creations in all horror fiction. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>Conclusion: </b>I like to think of Ravenloft as the land where all horror stories come from. Almost every classic monster is represented in one form or another, tied into a cohesive whole. It hits the right mix of tragedy and dread that makes for great gaming and storytelling.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; </div>Creaturehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04287192029300591471noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2380665968912689179.post-71904820895145561762014-10-08T05:21:00.000-07:002014-10-08T05:21:39.122-07:00Why I like The Munsters <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4VPZnjhxlI8/VDBYojwU1jI/AAAAAAAABOI/Vt-PQLpyO5w/s1600/the-munsters.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4VPZnjhxlI8/VDBYojwU1jI/AAAAAAAABOI/Vt-PQLpyO5w/s1600/the-munsters.jpg" height="424" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Why I like <i>The Munsters</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>1) </b>I used to love classic television. As a kid, I'd watch Nickelodeon until it rolled over into TV Land, when I'd watch all those hammy old comedies like <i>Mr. Ed, Get Smart, </i>and <i>I Dream of Jeanie</i>.&nbsp; I hadn't seen <i>The Munsters</i> before, but it popped up in Netflix streaming and I've been devouring it with aplomb.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><i> </i></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>2) </b>Unlike <i>The Addams Family</i>, where the characters are aware of and embrace their strangeness, the Munster family has no idea just how <i>strange they are</i>. I never get tired of Herman Munster, possibly the biggest fuddy duddy on television, constantly getting confused by people's reaction to him.<br /><br /><b>3) </b>The comedy in the show usually relies on mistaken identities, misheard statements, and Herman's occasional childishness. The jokes run broad and farcical, with liberal use of a laugh track. It ain't high art, but I've lost more than one night watching one episode slip into the next.<br /><br /><b>4) </b>Herman Monster is genuinely funny. Fred Glenn got a great face for comedy, with a wide, expressive smile and a playful goofiness. He usually gets stuck doing dumb-dad schtick, but I really like how gentle he is. Despite his massive size and apparently terrifying features (people in TV Land are both deeply prejudiced <i>and</i> cowardly) he's very careful not to harm anyone. There's one episode where he goes to confront the man he presumes to be having an affair with his wife. I was expecting a big violent fight, but Herman genuinely wanted to talk things over as gentlemen, and is distraught when the man passes out.<br /><br /><b>5) </b>The running joke of the show is the family views the "normal" niece Marilyn as a deformed charity case. What's interesting is that she takes her family in stride, seeing their strange world as totally normal. There are a lot of funny moments where outsiders comment on her family or the cobwebbed mansion they live in and she fails to see things the way the outsiders see them.<br /><br /><b>6) </b>Grandpa Munster is pretty much the best thing ever: an old wacko who fusses around in the basement and waxes fondly for the old days in Transylvania. He's also the most overtly supernatural member of the family, turning into wolves and bats and causing more trouble for the others. I want him in my family.<br /><br /><b>7) </b>My favorite aspect of the show is how weirdly conservative Herman Munster can be. We tend to think of the 1950s as a very conformist era in American history, and the Munsters are a great parody of that era. Many episodes start with Herman worrying about propriety, social standing, and the family's good name. The fact that most of his adventures involve shocking his neighbor's delicate sensibilities just makes the whole thing funnier.<br /><br /><b>8) </b>There's a great episode where Grandpa Munster falls for a black widow temptress who wants to kill him for the inheritance. <i>The Addams Family </i>did something similar in their movie, and there's always something funny about a manipulative killer being taken by a family of monsters.<br /><br /><b>9) </b>I don't know who the guy who plays the family doctor is, but he's like a fey Jerry Lewis. His episodes are always the best.&nbsp; <br /><br /><b>Conclusion: </b>I wish I were a Munster. I want to live on Mockingbird Lane, drive a boss Dragster/Hearse, and get a Rockabilly intro theme song, and smash any mirror I look into. I don't get into nearly enough wacky predicaments that lead to happy outcomes. As it stands, I'll just take <i>The Munsters</i> marathon.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; </div>Creaturehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04287192029300591471noreply@blogger.com0